When I walk down the boardwalk, people stop me and say, &#39;Oh, your house is the one that glows.&#39;

I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.

Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. — It is not fair. — He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of other people’s mouths. — I do not like him, and do not mean to like Waverley if I can help it — but fear I must.

[...]when two people have become present to each other, the waiting of one must be able to cross the narrow line between the living or dying of the other.

Written By Henri J.M. Nouwen

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