The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.
Saint AugustineRead
He that is jealous is not in love.
Interpretation
Jealousy is a sign of insecurity that undermines true love.
This quote by Saint Augustine suggests that jealousy stems from a lack of trust and insecurity in a relationship. True love should be based on mutual respect and trust, and if jealousy is present, it may indicate that one or both partners are not fully engaged in a loving, healthy relationship.
In practice
In a relationship workshop discussing healthy communication, one might say this quote to emphasize the importance of trust over jealousy.
The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.
There is no health in those who are displeased by an element in Your creation, just as there was none in me when I was displeased by many things You had made. Because my soul didn't dare to say that my God displeased me, it refused to attribute to You whatever was displeasing.
Bad times, hard times, this is what people keep saying; but let us live well, and times shall be good. We are the times: Such as we are, such are the times.
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
Whatever skills I have acquired, whatever gifts I have been given, I place them at Your service.
Everyone who observes himself doubting observes a truth, and about that which he observes he is certain; therefore he is certain about a truth. Everyone therefore who doubts whether truth exists has in himself a truth on which not to doubt.... Hence one who can doubt at all ought not to doubt the existence of truth.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
Love yourself first and everything falls into line.
Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.
I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distress of everyone, and let your hand give in proportion to your purse.
βGod,β she cried, βwhat is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth weigh! She couldn't tell me the truth because she had never planned it; her life was a continual accident, and how can you be prepared for that? Everything we can't bear in this world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.β
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