Pastoral Resources

I'm Mr Boring, not a party-goer at all.

A heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.

I've just put my heart and soul in a song and need at least a week to recover.

We who go out to die shall be remembered, because we gave the world peace. That will be our reward, though we will know nothing of it, but lie rotting in the earth - dead.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.

What I need to do to heal myself and to be assuring and allay the fears of others and to heal them if they had any heart wounds from something I may have said.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

But when it comes to writing the thing that I've sort of been thinking about lately, is why? You know, is it rational? Is it logical that anybody should be expected to be afraid of the work that they feel they were put on this Earth to do.