That's the strangest thing about this life, about being in the ministry. People change the subject when they see you coming. And then sometimes those very same people come into your study and tell you the most remarkable things. There's a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn't really expect to find it, either.
Marilynne RobinsonMots clés life loneliness guilt ministry
The Lord gave you a mind so that you can make honest use of it. I'm saying you must be sure that the doubts and questions are your own, not, so to speak, the mustache and walking stick that happen to be the fashion of any particular moment.
Marilynne RobinsonMy custom has always been to ponder grief; that is, to follow it through ventricle and aorta to find its lurking places.
Marilynne RobinsonI have spent years of my life lovingly absorbed in the thoughts and perceptions of . . . people who do not exist.
Marilynne RobinsonIf we can divinely fed with a morsel and divinely blessed with a touch, then the terrible pleasure we find in a particular face can certainly instruct us in the nature of the very grandest love.
Marilynne RobinsonYou can spend forty years teaching people to be awake to the fact of the mystery and then some fellow with no more theological sense than a jackrabbit gets himself a radio ministry and all your work is forgotten.
Marilynne RobinsonThink how much less stupefying the last fifty years might have been if people had actually read Marx.
Marilynne RobinsonMots clés marx
I experience religious dread whenever I find myself thinking that I know the limits of God’s grace, since I am utterly certain it exceeds any imagination a human being might have of it. God does, after all, so love the world.
Marilynne RobinsonMots clés christianity god grace god-s-love
I am vehemently grateful that, by whatever means, I learned to assume that loneliness should be in part pleasure, sensitizing and clarifying, and that it is even a truer bond among people than any kind of proximity.
Marilynne RobinsonMots clés solitude loneliness
Behold how much wood is kindled by how small a fire, and the tongue is fire.
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