Johannes Tauler Quotes

My life is PG-13 sometimes, and I really want Josh Grogan to propose to me, and he just won't do it.

When you are with the wrong person, who doesn't really love you, all you want is to be adored. It makes you more inward and needy. Gross.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

We only consult the ear because the heart is wanting.

I'm convinced we all have a God-shaped space in us, and until we fill that space with God, we'll never know what it is to be whole.

I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.

All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.

Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

God forbid you sing about love. It's a lost concept.

Paper Moon didn't bring me love.

I always think the most romantic books or films are the ones where the romance doesn't happen, because it makes your heart ache so much watching it.

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.

'The Ways of a Woman in Love' is one of my very favorite early Johnny Cash songs. I like the way the lyric talks about the character walking by the girl's house and wishing he was the one in her arms.

We 'have all we want' is a terrible saying when 'all' does not include God. We find God an interruption. As St. Augustine says somewhere, 'God wants to give us something, but cannot, because our hands are full - there's nowhere for Him to put it.'

I am an emptiness for Thee to fill; my soul a cavern for Thy sea

Late have I loved Thee, O Lord; and behold, Thou wast within and I without, and there I sought Thee. Thou was with me when I was not with Thee. Thou didst call, and cry, and burst my deafness. Thou didst gleam, and glow, and dispell my blindness. Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace. For Thyself Thou hast made us, and restless our hearts until in Thee they find their ease. Late have I loved Thee, Thou Beauty ever old and ever new. Thou hast burst my bonds asunder; unto Thee will I offer up an offering of praise.

Pleasure and pain at once register upon the lover, inasmuch as the desirability of the love object derives, in part, from its lack. To whom is it lacking? To the lover. If we follow the trajectory of eros we consistently find it tracing out this same route: it moves out from the lover toward the beloved, then ricochets back to the lover himself and the hole in him, unnoticed before. Who is the subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is that hole.

No one has seen God, but as we love one another, God lives in us.

Every human being is loved by God the Father. No one need feel forgotten, for every name is written in the Lord's loving heart.

The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.

Oh, the fullness, pleasure, sheer excitement of knowing God on Earth! I care not if I never raise my voice again for Him, if only I may love Him, please Him. Mayhap in mercy He shall give me a host of children that I may lead them through the vast star fields to explore His delicacies whose finger ends set them to burning. But if not, if only I may see Him, touch His garments, smile into His eyes - ah then, not stars nor children shall matter, only Himself.

Late have I loved you, O beauty ever ancient, ever new. Late have I loved you. You have called to me, and have called out, and have shattered my deafness. You have blazed forth with light and have put my blindness to flight! You have sent forth fragrance, and I have drawn in my breath, and I pant after you. I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst after you. You have touched me, and I have burned for your peace.

You are not invisible to your Heavenly Father. He loves you.

He who is filled with love is filled with God himself.