#letter

I find relief from the questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything. I remind myself it is sufficient to know what I know, and that what I know, may not always be true. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#letter-to-my-daughter #death

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. ↗

— John Keats

#love #poetry #faith

But I must submit all my Hopes and Fears, to an overruling Providence, in which, unfashionable as the Faith may be, I firmly believe. ↗

— John Adams

#letters #faith

Because I am not yet living up to what Jesus expects me to be in those red letters in the Bible, I always define myself as somebody who is saved by God's grace and is on his way to becoming a Christian. (...) Being saved is trusting in what Christ did for us, but being Christian is dependent on the way we respond to what he did for us. ↗

— Tony Campolo

#bible #christian #christianity #conversion #discipleship

There is considerable hypocrisy in conventionalism. Any thinking person is aware of this paradox; but in dealing with conventional people it is advantageous to treat them as though they were not hypocrites. It isn't a question of faithfulness to your own concepts; it is a matter of compromise so that you can remain an individual without the constant threat of conventional pressures. ↗

— Truman Capote

#faith

I swear I will never trust Edward again. This is not kingly, this is not as Arthur of Camelot. This is behaviour as base as an archer’s bastard and I cannot meet his eyes when I see him stuffing his mouth at King Louis’ table and pocketing the gold forks. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#royal-family #family

I shall be your poet! I do not want to be a poet for others; make your appearance, and I shall be your poet. I shall eat my own poem, and that will be my food. Or do you find me unworthy? Just as a temple dancer dances to the honor of the god Gudutl, so I have consecrated myself to your service; light, thinly clad, limber, unarmed, I renounce everything. I own nothing; I desire to own nothing; I love nothing; I have nothing to lose-but have I not thereby become more worthy of you, you who long ago must have been tired of depriving people of what they love, tired of their craven sniveling and craven pleading. Surprise me-I am ready ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#enchantment #johannes #love #love-letters #passion

I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I am no longer the great hero No. 2, who was compared with the grape-crowned Dionysius, whilst my colleague No. 1 enjoyed the title of a Grand Ducal Weimarian Jupiter. I am no longer a joyous, somewhat corpulent Hellenist, laughing cheerfully down upon the melancholy Nazarenes. I am now a poor fatally-ill Jew, an emaciated picture of woe, an unhappy man. ↗

— Heinrich Heine

#religious-freedom #freedom

Because thou writest me often, I thank thee ... Never do I receive a letter from thee, but immediately we are together. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#friendship #letters #friendship

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#immortality #letter-writing #letters #the-mind #friendship