“The little monk knows there are wrinkles of kindness that come from years of loving and hoping, the kind you get when you cradle a baby in your arms and rock her deep into the night, the kind that come when you study the small, quiet things in the world and see beauty in them.”
“The little monk hopes in his own heart that a new day will come when the laws of God’s heart take the place of the laws of people’s hearts and the bus will stop and open its doors and welcome everyone on board.”
“The little monk knows a blue whale’s heart is as big as a Volkswagen Beetle, and that it must feel love deeply and widely because it is so deep and wide.”
- Trevor Scott Barton, “Sayings of the Little Monk”
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