Pastoral Resources

I don't have favourites, I think, when you play, you have to be like a prostitute, you have to love the piece you are playing. Even if you don't like it, you have to play it as if you would like it. Then you are a good interpreter.

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.

I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.

I want to love all the children of God - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - everyone. I want to love gay Christians and straight Christians.

We need to stop fighting Christian against Christian. I have no time for anything but trying to love other people. That is a full-time job.

It is, we wanted to make a record that reflected our love of Hard-Rock music and it is sort of Metal though we don't really describe ourselves as Metal.

The mother's battle for her child with sickness, with poverty, with war, with all the forces of exploitation and callousness that cheapen human life needs to become a common human battle, waged in love and in the passion for survival.

Plus I love Tanya Tucker and I love country music.

And I'd like to give my love to everybody, and let them know that the grass may look greener on the other side, but believe me, it's just as hard to cut.

I love God, and I'm a follower.

I also think that what's wrong with all of us is that we don't show enough love toward each other.

The thrill of hearing your own voice recorded is still there, I still love it, going into the studio and thinking how can I sing this song and between the producers and the musicians you find a way of doing it.

Doing love scenes is always awkward. I mean, it's just not a normal thing to go to work and lay in bed with your co-worker.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one's work the tender and flushed substance of one's dearest concern.

Am I willing to give up what I have in order to be what I am not yet? Am I able to follow the spirit of love into the desert? It is a frightening and sacred moment. There is no return. One's life is charged forever. It is the fire that gives us our shape.

Women do not often fall in love with philosophers.

Women who have had no lovers, or having had one, two or three, have not found a husband, have perhaps rather had a miss than a loss, as men go.

Women love to be called cruel, even when they are kindest.

Women are so much in love with compliments that rather than want them, they will compliment one another, yet mean no more by it than the men do.