This is one of the miracles of love: it gives to both a power of seeing through its own enchantments, and yet not being disenchanted. To see, in some measure, as God sees.
—C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed.
Thank You
What hath poor yoeman for such peril past,
Wherewith you to reward? Accept therefore
My simple self, and service evermore;
And he that high does sit, and all things see
With equal eyes, their merits to restore,
Behold what ye this day have done for me,
And what I cannot quite, requite with usury.
—Edmund Spencer, The Faerie Queen, I. VIII. 27.
Wherewith you to reward? Accept therefore
My simple self, and service evermore;
And he that high does sit, and all things see
With equal eyes, their merits to restore,
Behold what ye this day have done for me,
And what I cannot quite, requite with usury.
—Edmund Spencer, The Faerie Queen, I. VIII. 27.
When Less is More
It is the way of my people to use light words at such times and say less than they mean. We fear to say too much. It robs us of the right words when a jest is out of place.
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, Book I Chapter 5: The Houses of Healing.
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, Book I Chapter 5: The Houses of Healing.
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