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“The catastrophe is not that things are broken. The catastrophe is that things are not healed again.”
turned to loving, they will discover that we are relied on disliking.”—- “– This world has lots of problem, umfundisi.– Who knows it better?– Yet you believe?Kumalo took a look at him
under the light of the light. I think, he said, but I have learned that it is a trick. Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Compassion and love, they are a secret. But I have learned that compassion and love can pay for discomfort and suffering. There is my other half, and you, my good friend, and these individuals who welcomed me, and the child who is so eager to be with us here in Ndotsheni– so in my suffering I can believe.– I have never believed that a Christian would be devoid of suffering, umfundisi. For our Lord suffered. And I come to think that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering.Kumalo took a look at his good friend with pleasure. You are a preacher, he stated.”– Page 193– “Discomfort and suffering, they are a trick. Generosity and love, they are a trick. However I have actually found out that compassion and love can spend for pain and suffering
how to bear suffering. For he understood that there is no life without suffering. “—-“The Judge does not make the law. It is people that make the law. For that reason if a law is unfair, and if the Judge judges according to the law, that is justice, even if it is not just
is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can restore a house.”– Page 155–“The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a terrible compound of terrific perfect and fearful practice, of caring charity and afraid clutching of possessions.”
do not understand. We shall live from day to day, and put more locks on the doors, and get a fine intense dog when the great strong bitch next door has puppies, and hold on to our bags more tenaciously
appeal of the trees by night, and the raptures of enthusiasts under the stars, these things we shall forego. We shall forego the coming home drunken through the midnight streets, and the evening walk over the star-lit veld. We shall beware, and knock this off our lives, and knock that off our lives, and hedge ourselves about with security and precaution. And our lives will diminish, but they will be the lives of exceptional beings; and we shall cope with fear, however at least it will not be a worry of the unknown. And the conscience will be thrust down; the light of life will not be snuffed out, however be put under a bushel, to be maintained for a generation that will live by it once again, in some day not yet come; and how it will come, and when it will come, we shall not think about at all.”—- “There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time at all to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any nation. Sadness and worry and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for
Who indeed understands why there can be comfort in a world of desolation? Now God be thanked that there is a precious one who can lift up the
heart in suffering, that one can have fun with a kid in the face of such misery. Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name
undoubtedly understands the secret of the earthly trip? Who knows for what we live, and battle and pass away? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who understands why the warm flesh of a kid is such convenience, when one’s own child is lost and can not be recovered? Wise guys compose many books, in words too hard to comprehend. But this, the function of our lives, completion of all our struggle, is beyond all human knowledge.”—-“And were your back as broad as paradise, and your purse loaded with gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is absolutely nothing you can do.”—-“It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are damaging it.”—-“For mines are for males, not for money. And cash is not something to freak about, and toss your hat into the air for. Money is for food and clothing and comfort,
death into the pounding heart?”—-” In the meantime the strike is over, with a remarkably low loss of life. All is peaceful, they report, all is quiet.In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and quiet forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the refined panelling the white ant eats away
, or whether they fear to halt even a minute, however they do not wake him, they let him be.”—-” It was not his habit to harp on what may have been but what might never ever be. “—-” There are voices sobbing what should be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. However what do they assist if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one sobs that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that. “—-” However when that dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of chains and the bondage of worry, why, that is a secret.”—-“In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest, there is a leaf that falls. Behind the refined panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever peaceful, except for fools”—- “Indeed, mother, you are always our
“”For what else are we born? “—-“We do not work for guys. We work for the land and the
We do not even work for cash. “—— Alan Paton, Cry, the Beloved Nation