“How kind is weariness sometimes! It is like the Father's hand laid a little heavy on the heart to make it still.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And he would watch the snow falling, thin and ceaseless, on the empty lands below the window, and feel the dull cold grow within him, till it seemed no feeling was left to him except a kind of weariness.” — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
