We thank Him less by words than by the serene happiness of silent acceptance. It is our emptiness in the presence of His reality, our silence in the presence of His infinitely rich silence, our joy in the bosom of the serene darkness in which His light holds us absorbed, it is all this that praises Him.

If we could learn to like ourselves, even a little, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.

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Only peons made excuses for themselves, she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

Written By Janet Fitch

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