What did Joan D. Chittister mean by: Our role in life is to bring the light of our own souls to the dim places around us. - Joan D. Chittister Author Copy
+ Find the thing that stirs your heart and make room for it Feraz Zeid, August 27, 2023December 24, 2023, Joan D. Chittister, Heart, Rooms, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
+ Precisely because of the greatness of God, we don’t have to be great at all. Just in awe. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joan D. Chittister, Awe, Greatness, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
+ Beauty scatters the seeds of hope in us. Feraz Zeid, October 24, 2023December 26, 2023, Joan D. Chittister, Seeds, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
+ But we are here to depart from this world as finished as we can possibly become. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joan D. Chittister, Aging, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
+ Hospitality is simply love on the loose. Feraz Zeid, July 2, 2023December 12, 2023, Joan D. Chittister, Hospitality, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
+ It’s the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joan D. Chittister, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
+ Life is the ability to start over again. Feraz Zeid, November 7, 2023December 27, 2023, Joan D. Chittister, Starting Over, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
+ An authentic spirituality does not cater to culture; it calls culture to accountability. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joan D. Chittister, Accountability, Culture, 0 - Joan D. Chittister Author
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
