Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
Peter S. BeagleRead
He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a longing for spiritual connection and the desire for meaningful experiences with the divine.
In this quote, the author expresses a yearning for deeper spiritual engagement beyond mere rituals. The character seeks confession to alleviate his burdens, communion as a means to connect with a transcendental experience, and the essence of holy water to evoke a sense of wonder and beauty, symbolizing a desire for genuine spirituality in a world that often feels dry and unfulfilling.
In practice
This quote can be shared in a sermon to emphasize the importance of seeking deeper spiritual fulfillment.
Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.
...because in a way it happened to someone else. I don't really speak that person's language anymore, and when I think about her, she embarrasses me sometimes, but I don't want to forget her, I don't want to pretend she never existed. So before I start forgetting, I have to get down exactly who she was, and exactly how she felt about everything. She was me a lot longer than I've been me so far.
Whatever can die is beautiful β more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?
I feel a whole country growing inside me, thousands of years, millions of people, stupid, crazy, shrewd people, and all of them me. I never felt like that before, I never felt that there was anything inside me, even myself.
What is called generosity is usually only the vanity of giving; we enjoy the vanity more than the thing given.
Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?
There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.
I don't necessarily agree with everything I say.
We're living in an age of genocide. ...And we do believe that there is not only the genocide of war, and the genocide that took place with the extermination of the Jews, but the whole program....of birth control and abortion is another form of genocide.... [T]hey claim the poor are bringing forth tremendous numbers of children and so the solution is to kill them off.
God doesn't ask that we succeed in everything, but that we are faithful. However beautiful our work may be, let us not become attached to it. Always remain prepared to give it up, without losing your peace.
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