Psalm 63:2
O God, you are my God—
it is you I seek!
For you my body yearns;
for you my soul thirsts,
In a land parched, lifeless,
and without water.
“What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace? This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in those that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself.”
-Blaise Pascal (1623-1662), Pensées (10.148)
“You have made us for yourself, and our hearts are rest-less till they find their rest in you.”
-St. Augustine (354-430), Confessions (1.1.1)
“The house of my soul is too small for you to come in to me; let it be enlarged by you. It is in ruins, but I ask you to remake it. It contains much that you will not be pleased to see; this I confess to you and do not hide it.”
-St. Augustine, Confessions (1.5.6)
In His peace and love,
~Eowyn
