Advent is the season of the secret, the secret of the growth of Christ, of divine love growing in silence…For nine months, Christ grew in his mother's body. By his own will, she formed him from herself, from the simplicity… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
By his own will Christ was dependent on Mary during Advent: he was absolutely helpless; he could go nowhere but where she chose to take him; he could not speak; her breathing was his breath; his heart beat in the… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
It is part of God's plan for us that Christ shall come to us in everyone; it is in their particular role that we… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
“Soeur Marie Emelie" Soeur Marie Emelie is little and very old: her eyes are onyx, and her cheeks vermilion, her apron wide and kind… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
I often think that the ideal of our perfection that we set up, and often go through torture to achieve, may not be God's… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
The love for material things grows like a fungus in the soul and destroys the loveliness of the human heart utterly. — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
We are the mediocre, we are the half givers, we are the half lovers, we are the savourless salt. Break the hard crust of… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
“God abides in men" "God abides in men, These are men who are simple, they are fields of corn... Such men have minds like… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
There is no way of learning of God except through the adventure of our own heart. — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
Powerful to alleviate, to delay, to camouflage, though money is, in the end it lets us down. — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
Every ordinary thing in your life is a word of God's love: your home, your work, the clothes you wear, the air you breathe,… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
God speaks silently, God speaks in your heart; if your heart is noisy, chattering, you will not hear. — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
The way to begin healing the wounds of the world is to treasure the Infant Christ in us; to be not the castle but… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
