there was a woman who had a quiet strength about her that brought a sense of peace to many. the restless would find calm, the worried, comfort, and the broken, warmth in her presence. she clothed them all with her empathy - the kind that was rooted in wisdom. she was gentle and firm in giving guidance, driven by love and understanding.
she opened her home to her friends, friends of friends, and strangers. she welcomed them in with a childlike faith - a faith in the others’ goodness.
but that strength in her was quiet - often invisible to many despite the powerful ways it had influenced those around her.
day after day, people after people, her powers grew and grew, and one day, they finally reached the surface. and the world was surprised by the things she could do. no one, including herself, thought she was capable of doing the things that she was able to do.
she was a mother.
and she was beautiful.
she has always been beautiful - for that strength was always in her.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”—
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”—
“Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and decide whether any part of it is worth keeping.”—Virginia Woolf, from A Room Of One’s Own (via c-ovet)
46 For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? 47 And if you greet only your brothers,  what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? 48 You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.