“In God’s sight we do not fall: in our own we do not stand.”

God is nearer to us than our own spirit.

The fruit and the purpose of prayer is to be oned with and like God in all things.

All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.

Because of the Shewing I am not good but if I love God the better: and in as much as ye love God the better, it is more to you than to me.

When we, by the working of mercy and grace, be made meek and mild, we are fully safe; suddenly is the soul oned to God when it is truly peaced in itself: for in Him is found no wrath.

God is our clothing, that wraps, clasps and encloses us so as to never leave us.

Cheerful givers do not count the cost of what they give. Their hearts are set on pleasing and cheering the person to whom the gift is given.

The love that made Him to suffer passeth as far all His pains as Heaven is above Earth.

He shall appear suddenly and blissfully to all that love Him.

The ground of mercy is love, and the working of mercy is our keeping in love.

It is most impossible that we should beseech mercy and grace, and not have it.

Pray, even if you feel nothing, see nothing. For when you are dry, empty, sick or weak, at such a time is your prayer most pleasing to God, even though you may find little joy in it. This is true of all believing prayer.

Every act of kindness and compassion done by any man for his fellow Christian is done by Christ working within him.

He that is highest and worthiest was most fully made-nought and most utterly despised.

This is our Lord’s will… that our prayer and our trust be, alike, large.

Our Lord is the ground from whom our prayer grows and in his love and grace he himself gives us our prayers.

Pray without ceasing on behalf of other men, For cannot he that falls rise again?

To lend each other a hand when we’re falling, perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.

Get the culture right, and everything else just falls into place.

In the Lonely Hour is about a guy that I fell in love with last year, and he didn’t love me back. I think I’m over it now, but I was in a very dark place. I kept feeling lonely in the fact that I hadn’t felt love before.

Shortly after meeting you I fell in love so madly.

I rather fall in love over and over again and get hurt all over again than feeling dead inside.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.