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“Until the will and the affections are brought under the authority of Christ, we have not begun to understand, let alone to accept, His lordship.”

Book:Passion and Purity: Learning to Bring Your Love Life Under Christ's Control

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Passion and Purity: Learning to Bring Your Love Life Under Christ's Control

This book explores the intersection of faith and romantic relationships, offering insights and guidance for believers seeking to align their love lives with Christian teachings. more

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Elisabeth Elliot

Elisabeth Elliot was an American author known for her descriptions of missionary life and profound explorations of Christian faith. Her works, including 'In This Day of Grace' and 'Passion and Purity', have influenced countless readers. more

“He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think, "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do.”

Ifs Thinking Way Feelings Hands Used Saws Arms Ought Glasses Love Each Other Liver Bowels Intestines Appendix Starfish

Book:The Wall: (Intimacy) and Other Stories

Source: The Wall: (Intimacy) and Other Stories

“She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I would lie outside in a room of wool and let the snow cover me. Paris white or flake white or argentine, all in the washbasin of my mouth, calling “Oh.” I am empty. I am witless. Death is here. There is no other settlement.”

Lying Suffering Hate White Rooms Calling Mouths Empty Madness Snow Lifts Paris Settlement Wigs Wool Flakes

Author:Anne Sexton

“I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.”

Knows Asks Pieces Cold Dignity Lays Spread Bones Gates Flaws Ritual Closets Bathroom Sculpture Bedtime Hoarding Splinters Tiles

Author:Anne Sexton

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