Our Lord has deigned to explain this mystery to me. He showed me the book of nature, and I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would lose its springtide beauty, and the fields would no longer be enameled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our Lord’s living garden. He has been pleased to create great Saints who may be compared to the lily and the rose, but He has also created lesser ones, who must be content to be daisies or simple violets flowering at His Feet, and whose mission it is to gladden His Divine Eyes when He deigns to look down on them. And the more gladly they do His Will the greater is their perfection….. As the sun shines both on the cedar and on the floweret, so the Divine Sun illumines every soul, great and small, and all correspond to His care—just as in nature the seasons are so disposed that on the appointed day the humblest daisy shall unfold its petals.
Saint Therese
If you had not suffered as you had, there would be no depth to you as a human being, no humility, no compassion.
Eckhart Tolle (via purplebuddhaquotes)
As I sit here,
I think of all the pressing matters that are near.
They are like monsters...
Making me feel like any day now I will be slaughtered.
I wish someone could be my knight in shining armor.
But when I finally take time to ponder,
I realize mear wishes are nothing but a dream.
Giving me the urge to scream.
When I do to it’s just silent.
Making me wonder where all my strength and courage went.
I want to go to bed.
To curl up to the point where all you can see is my head.
I want to go to sleep...
To be selfish and never truly let anyone have my heart to keep.
She was his sun. Until she had said, “I’m done.” For her, everything became clear. That he never meant it when he called her “Dear.”
From there, something had ignited. Ever since that first thought had brightened. That little spark of madness made itself known when he forced her to clean up his mess.
Now she does everything with pride. Showing this with each stride. Becoming happier than she ever knew. Yet no one had a clue....
That even though at that time she had felt dead inside; She had become wise when he unknowingly opened up her eyes.
She goes hand in hand with thunder. Together, they are always looked at as an evil storm. Just because it causes us to wonder how such a bad thing can cause something so good to be born. She dances throughout the sky, showing off her beautiful dancing while her partner is playing music by her side... Yet we never seem to notice that it's happening. You'll never know when she'll strike. Her hands reaching out to the various acres of land. As she takes each step with pride. Forcing photographers to get a camera from the best brand. She makes everything worthwhile. Given the fact that she's been here since the beginning of time. Making herself never go out of style. And only letting thunder call her "mine".
I'm just not happy anymore. I'm tired of putting up a fight to be happy. I'm tired of being a pain to my family. I'm tired of hurting people. I'm tired of trusting people. All in all. I hate everyone and I hate being alive... I just want to leave... I want to go home.
Thoughts of a broken soul
Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.
Lemony Snicket (via quotemadness)
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