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1 " God, why do You love me?" BECAUSE I AM LOVE." God, when do You love me?" ALWAYS." How do You love me?" WITH GRACE, PATIENCE, AND FORGIVENESS." God, am I good enough for You?" MY PRECIOUS CHILD, YOU DON'T NEED TO BE." Why?" BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I GAVE MY ONLY SON, AND HE TOOK UPON HIS SHOULDERS THE AFFLICTIONS AND SINS OF THIS WORLD." God, when will I get to see You?" AFTER YOU CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IN ME." Then I will know You here, and in Heaven?" YES, THEN YOU WILL KNOW ME HERE, AND IN HEAVEN." I love you, God." He always replies, I LOVED YOU YESTERDAY,I LOVE YOU TODAY,AND I WILL LOVE YOU TOMORROW.~ excerpt from " Halo Found Hope" Chapter 21, HOPE FOUND "
2 " Sometimes we don't need to eat or drink as much as we do, but it has become a kind of addiction. We feel so lonely. Loneliness is one of the afflictions of modern life. It is similar to the Third and Fourth Precpets--we feel lonely, so we engage in conversation, or even in a sexual relationship, hoping that the feeling of loneliness will go away. Drinking and eating can also be the result of loneliness. You want to drink or overeat in order to forget your loneliness, but what you eat may bring toxins into your body. When you are lonely, you open the refrigerator, watch TV, read magazines or novels, or pick up the telephone to talk. But unmindful consumption always makes things worse (68). "
― Thich Nhat Hanh , For a Future to Be Possible: Buddhist Ethics for Everyday Life
3 " Reality is knowing that you will get hurt. That there’s no stopping it, but you still try. Even after you’re hurt, you first want to suffer through it, for some reason thinking the afflictions will help. You find out later that the remedy is time. Time supposedly heals everything. How can you know though? Is it when you forget or when it doesn’t hurt to think about it anymore? "
4 " Indeed this gentleman's stoicism was of that not uncommon kind, which enables a man to bear with exemplary fortitude the afflictions of his friends, but renders him, by way of counterpoise, rather selfish and sensitive in respect of any that happen to befall himself. "
― Charles Dickens , Barnaby Rudge
