I am a futility. The life of prayer begins with that. And God is not a comfort, to be offered like Kleenex. God is a poisoned sea, with broken syringes washing up on the beach. God is shopping malls stretching… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
One thing is certain, whatever choices we make: we will not miss out on some critical purgation by seeking treatment for depression or any… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
“ Put your other goddamned sock on", she said. Instead, he took the first sock off. They stared at each other. It was so… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of these two great mysteries lies all the tangled… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
I am a futility. The life of prayer begins with that. And God is not a comfort, to be offered like Kleenex. God is… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
“ There didn't seem to be that much to say. If you loved Phoebe now, it was going to hurt you to see her.… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
“ For the rest of the afternoon, Rebecca wandered around the house tidying up halfheartedly, feeling bereft and disoriented, trying to balance impassive mass… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
“ I don't care if you're spoiled, for God's sake! I'm spoiled. We're all spoiled, life does that. It's what you do with yourself… — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
“Today she wore a navy blue suit that deftly minimized a slight tendency to heft.” — Tim Farrington Copy Share Image
