Quotes About Relationship

La oración no es un privilegio para el piadoso, ni tampoco el arte de unos pocos escogidos. La oración es simplemente una conversación sincera entre Dios y su hijo. Mi amigo, él quiere hablar contigo. Aun ahora, mientras lees estas palabras, él toca a la puerta. Ábrela. Dale la bienvenida. Y que comience la conversación.

La oración es realmente así de sencilla. Resístete al impulso de complicarla. No te sientas orgulloso por las oraciones muy elaboradas. No pidas disculpas por las oraciones incoherentes. Nada de juegos. Sin encubrimientos. Simplemente sé sincero… sincero con Dios. Súbete a su regazo. Cuéntale todo lo que hay en tu corazón. O no le digas nada. Solo eleva tu corazón al cielo y declara: Padre… Papito…

I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me" (John 10:14 NIV).

Prayer is not a privilege for the pious, not the art of a chosen few. Prayer is simply a heartfelt conversation between God and his child. My friend, he wants to talk with you. Even now, as you read these words, he taps at the door. Open it. Welcome him in. Let the conversation begin.

Those who keep secrets from God keep their distance from God. Those who are honest with God draw near to God.

Cuatro oraciones cortas describen la esencia de la oración: «Nosotros hablamos. Él escucha. Él habla. Nosotros escuchamos».

To accept God's grace is to accept God's offer to be adopted into his family.

John teaches us that the strongest relationship with Christ may not necessarily be a complicated one. He teaches us that the greatest webs of loyalty are spun, not with airtight theologies or foolproof philosophies, but with friendships: stubborn, selfless, joyful friendships.

you will get to know God, his purpose for you, and his love for you like you never have before.

The Son is the radiance of his Father.

Your anxiety decreases as your understanding of your father increases.

What you are to a paper airplane, God is to you. Take a sheet of paper and make one. Contrast yourself with your creation. Challenge it to a spelling contest. Who will win? Dare it to race you around the block. Who is faster? Invite the airplane to a game of one-on-one basketball. Will you not dominate the court?

Breathing is automatic for us. We need air to live, but we don't think about the process of getting it as we go about our day. We just breathe. That's how our relationship with God should be. Automatic. We don't think about needing to talk to God. It just happens, all day long.

God gets it. When you reach out to him, he's not looking for fancy words that would impress your English teacher. He sees your heart. A groan, a look, a sigh—he speaks every language. He understands.

I was speaking well because I was talking to her; there are people who dry up language.

Maybe because I was the one with the tongue cut loose, I had grown inside me a list of over two hundred things that I had to tell my mother so that she would know the true things about me and to stop the pain in my throat.

When I speak of life and love as expanding with age, sex seems the least important thing. At any age we grow by the enlarging of consciousness, by learning a new language, or a new art or craft (gardening?) that implies a new way of looking at the universe. Love is one of the great enlargers of the person because it requires us to take in the stranger and to understand him, and to exercise restraint and tolerance as well as imagination to make the relationship work.

When we speak of being vulnerable, it suggests being especially vulnerable to pain. People for whom personal dignity and self-sufficiency are everything, do all they can to shut it out. Noli mi tangere. They are well aware that any intimate relationship has pain in it, forces a special kind of awareness, is costly, and so they try to keep themselves unencumbered by shutting pain out as far as it is possible to do so.

It is hope-giving to consider the young, and it is also hope-giving to consider growth as a constant. Here I am at fifty-eight and in this past year I have only begun to understand what loving is … forced to my knees again and again like a gardener planting bulbs or weeding, so that I may once more bring a relationship to flower, keep it truly alive.

For a Fur Person is a cat whom human beings love in the right way, allowing him to keep his dignity, his reserve and his freedom. And a Fur Person is a cat who has come to love one or, in very exceptional cases, two human beings and who has decided to stay with them as long as he lives. This can only happen if the human being has imagined part of himself into a cat just as the cat has imagined part of himself into a human being. It is a mutual exchange.

Our two solitudes never quite merged, perhaps, but accepted each other gratefully.

For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?

the thread of communion when two human beings, whatever their age or sex may be, give themselves away. It does not happen often; it never happens lightly, and when it has happened, there is a bond between the two that nothing can never wholly destory.

She had not imagined that she would be so fertilized by a human being again.