The Eucharist engages us unreservedly; it is a pact of love, an alliance signed in the deeper recesses of our being. All our potentialities are called upon to warrant the protection and fulfillment of this pact. Francois Mauriac More Quotes by Francois Mauriac More Quotes From Francois Mauriac No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. Francois Mauriac best-friend love friendship To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others. Francois Mauriac invisible miracle love If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold. Francois Mauriac next flames soul We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work--a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended. Francois Mauriac may Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread. Francois Mauriac reading enough knows That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late. Francois Mauriac mystery grace too-late If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads. Francois Mauriac reading inspirational book Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell. Francois Mauriac discipline doe children Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It's exhausting, and the ironic part is that the more you try and explain yourself, the more mixed up things become. Your best friend knows when you're kidding, venting, and tired. He or she knows you and therefore doesn't read into the things you say. Francois Mauriac misunderstood tired best-friend Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses. Francois Mauriac weakness love two Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty. Francois Mauriac agitation soul doubt A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness. Francois Mauriac loneliness writing men A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again. Francois Mauriac burial cemetery world A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die. Francois Mauriac climbing passion men It seems that, after nineteen centuries of extraordinary glorification, the small Host for which so many cathedrals have sprung up, the small Host that has rested in millions of breasts and that has found a tabernacle and worshippers even in the desert - it seems that the triumphant Host of Lourdes and the Eucharistic Congresses of Chicago and Carthage remains as unknown, as secret as when it appeared for the first time in a room in Jerusalem. Light is in the world as in the days of St. John the Baptist, and the world does not know it Francois Mauriac sprung-up light secret There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related. Francois Mauriac source choices reading The man who partakes in the breaking of the bread dares to build his house on the very core of love. He becomes, as it were, Godlike, but regardless of the strength he derives from it, his free will remains. We are always free to disown this immense grace, to abuse it. The Greatest Love may be betrayed. Fed on the Living Bread, we nevertheless conceal a part of ourselves which longs for swine's food. Francois Mauriac grace house men Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures. Francois Mauriac venture wings men I write whenever it suits me. During a creative period I write every day; a novel should not be interrupted. When I cease to be carried along, when I no longer feel as though I were taking down dictation, I stop. Francois Mauriac suits creative writing What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories. Francois Mauriac enough forgotten book
