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“I will heal their waywardness. I will love them freely; for my anger is turned away from them.
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“I will heal their waywardness. I will love them freely; for my anger is turned away from them.
Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will not be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.
All those whom the Father gives me will come to me. He who comes to me I will in no way throw out.
Her ways are ways of pleasantness. All her paths are peace.
When you lie down, you will not be afraid. Yes, you will lie down, and your sleep will be sweet.
Don’t withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in the power of your hand to do it.
God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.
For you have been my help. I will rejoice in the shadow of your wings.
My soul stays close to you. Your right hand holds me up.
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” He who hears, let him say, “Come!” He who is thirsty, let him come. He who desires, let him take the water of life freely.
Whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone; so that your Father, who is in heaven, may also forgive you your transgressions.
Mercy and truth meet together. Righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
I will hear what God, Yahweh, will speak, for he will speak peace to his people, his saints; but let them not turn again to folly.
How I should love that plain-heartedness you speak of, if you would use it; nothing is civil but that amongst friends.
Each time you happen to me all over again.
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.
None other than this long brown land lays such a hold on the affections. The rainbow hills, the tender bluish mists, the luminous radiance of the spring, have the lotus charm.
Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.
Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfilments; each of its joys ripens into a new want.
Though slowly and with pain, the objects of the affections change, as the objects of thought do.
Thus even love, which is the deification of persons, must become more impersonal every day.
The love of protecting too often degenerates into downright tyranny.
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