When I marched with Martin Luther King in Selma, I felt my legs were praying.
ABRAHAM JOSHUA HESCHELThe degree to which one is sensitive to other people’s suffering, to other (people’s) humanity, is the index of one’s own humanity
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Sometimes we wish our own heart would speak of that which made it heavy with wonder.
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In the first way he sees in what surrounds him things to be handled, forces to be managed, objects to be put to use.
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Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.
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The beginning of our happiness lies in the understanding that life without wonder is not worth living.
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Mankind will not die for lack of information; it may perish for lack of appreciation.
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But the affection and care for the old, the incurable, the helpless are the true gold mines of a culture.
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Much of what the Bible demands can be comprised in one imperative: Remember!
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Mankind will not perish for want of information; but only for want of appreciation.
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Prayer is our humble answer to the inconceivable surprise of living.
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Aeons hence, when of many of our cherished theories only shreds will remain, that cosmic tapestry will continue to shine.
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In the darkest night to be certain of the dawn…to go through Hell and to continue to trust in the goodness of God-this is the challenge and the way.
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Celebration is an active state, an act of expressing reverence or appreciation. To be entertained is a passive state–it is to receive pleasure afforded by an amusing act or a spectacle.
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We may not know whether our understanding is correct, or whether our sentiments are noble, but the air of the day surrounds us like spring which spreads over the land without our aid or notice.
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We use words as tools. We forget that words are a repository of the spirit. The tragedy of our times is that the vessels of the spirit are broken.
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It’s silence remains unbroken; no words can carry it away. Sometimes we wish the world could cry and tell us about that which made it pregnant with fear–filling grandeur.
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