You can, when Time is ripe, swope to your feet - at your full height - at a single gesture. Ready to go where? Why... Wherever God motions. — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
You can, when Time is ripe, swope to your feet - at your full height - at a single gesture. Ready to go where?… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
That is what they call being reconciled to die. They call it reconciled when pain has strummed a symphony of suffering back and forth across you, up and down, round and round you until each little fibre is worn tissue-thin with aching. And when you are lying beaten, and buffeted, battered and broken - pain goes out, joins hands with… — Marita Bonner Copy Share
What's the need of working if it doesn't get you anywhere? What's the use of boring around in the same hole like a worm?… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
You wonder and you wonder until you wander out into Infinity, where - if it is to be found anywhere - Truth really exists. — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
