“When a Russian cosmonaut returned from space and reported that he had not found God, C.S. Lewis responded that this was like Hamlet going into the attic of his castle looking for Shakespeare. If there is a God, he wouldn’t be another object in the universe that could be put in a lab and analyzed with empirical methods.”—Timothy Keller, The Reason for God, p. 126
“I wish I could leave you certain of the images in my mind, because they are so beautiful that I hate to think they will be extinguished when I am. Well, but again, this life has its own mortal loveliness. And memory is not strictly mortal in its nature, either. It is a strange thing, after all, to be able to return to a moment, when it can hardly be said to have any reality at all, even in its passing. A moment is such a slight thing. I mean, that its abiding is a most gracious reprieve.”—Marilynne Robinson (via aeloquence)
Because life, when marked off with measures of certain time, when looked back upon in the strangest ways, seems fuller. Love seems stronger and the nights seem later, everything is intensified, highlighted by how much better things have gotten.
“There’s too much money here. Nobody should be hitting lotto for $36 million and we got people starving in the streets. That is not idealistic, that’s just real. […] There’s no way! There’s no way that these people should own planes and there are people that don’t have houses, apartments, shacks, drawers, pants! I know you’re rich, I know you got $40 billion, but can you can keep it to one house? You only need one house. And if you only got two kids, can you just keep it two rooms? Why have 52 rooms and you know there’s somebody with no room! It just don’t make sense to me.”
no but seriously, how sad is it that this is our world. guh… we need to wake up.
"the line between justice and injustice, between things being right and things not being right, can’t be drawn between ‘us’ and ‘them.’ it runs right down the middle of each one of us. the ancient philosophers, not least Aristotle, saw this as a wrinkle in the system, a puzzle at several levels. we all know what we ought to do (give or take a few details) but we all manage at least some of the time not to do it.”
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”—Brian Andreas (via aeloquence)