“And what is the object of my love?
I asked the earth and it said: ‘It is not I.’
I asked all that is in it; they made the same confession.
I asked the sea, the deeps, the living creatures that creep, and they responded: ‘We are not your God, look beyond us.’
I asked the breezes which blow and the entire air with its inhabitants said: ‘Anaximenes was mistaken; I am not God.’
I asked heaven, sun, moon and stars; they said: ‘Nor are we the God whom you seek.’
And I said to all these things in my external environment: ‘Tell me of my God who you are not, tell me something about him.’
And with a great voice they cried out: ‘He made us.’
My question was the attention I gave to them, and their response was their beauty.”—St. Augustine, Confessions (via notyourgramma)
“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.”—Shauna Niequist (via -witheverything)