SO GOOD QUOTES

In solitude I get rid of my scaffolding: no friends to talk with, no telephone calls to make, no meetings to attend, no music to entertain, no books to distract, just me–naked, vulnerable, weak, sinful, deprived, broken–nothing. It is this nothingness that I have to face in my solitude, a nothingness so dreadful that everything in me wants to run to friends, my work, and my distractions so that I can forget my nothingness and make myself believe that I am worth something.

—Henri Nouwen, The Way of the Heart: The Spirituality of the Desert Fathers and Mothers