Tuesday, June 2, 2009
A tiny architect works inside the human heart drawing sketches of the ideal love from the people it sees, from the books it reads, from its hopes and daydreams, in the fond hope that the eye may one day see the ideal and the hand touch it. Life becomes satisfying the moment the dream is seen walking, and the person appears as the incarnation of all that one loves. The liking is instantaneous — because, actually, it has been there waiting for a long time.
— Fulton Sheen, Love Dreams #
