When we lose love, we lose also our identification with the universe and with eternal values--an identification which alone makesit possible for us to lay our lives on the altar for what we believe. — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
Our minorities alone are in a position to know what the fathers of our democracy were talking about. — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
To grow is sometimes to hurt, but who would return to smallness? — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
If we love-and-serve an ideal we reach backward in time to its inception and forward to its consummation. To grow is sometimes to hurt;… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
I have known no experience more distressing than the discovery that Negroes didn't love me. Unutterable loneliness claimed me. I felt without roots, like… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
Two great areas of deafness existed in the South: White Southerners had no ears to hear that which threatened their Dream. And colored Southerners… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
The importance of a lost romantic vision should not be underestimated. In such a vision is power as well as joy. In it is… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
When we lose love, we lose also our identification with the universe and with eternal values--an identification which alone makesit possible for us to… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
... most Southerners of my parents' era were raised to feel that it wasn't respectable to be rich. We felt that all patriotic Southerners… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
Serviceis love in action, love "made flesh"; service is the body, the incarnation of love. Love is the impetus, service the act, and creativity… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
... the structure of our public morality crashed to earth. Above its grave a tombstone read, "Be tolerant--even of evil." Logically the next step… — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
... the constructive power of an image is not measured in terms of its truth, but of the love it inspires. — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
A mechanism of some kind stands between us and almost every act of our lives. — Sarah-Patton Boyle Copy Share Image
