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Monks and priests had pointed the way to repentance and atonement to lead her home to peace – she had chosen turmoil rather than let slip her darling sin.

“I had not thought, my husband, that I had been so dear to you.”
“Aye, but you were”

God guard you, Kristin, my child, so that we may find each other again on yonder day, all we who were friends in life… God be gracious to you, God give you light in this world‘s light and in that great light hereafter…

…no worthier work can there be for a human soul that has found grace to conceive somewhat of God‘s loving-kindness, than to serve Him and watch and pray for those men whose sight is still darkened by the shadow of the things of this world.

“…unwise is he that mourns a man’s going hence – let Christ have thee, rather than I…”

He knew then that what had held him back, had kept him in the world, was the unquenchable longing he had borne within him from his boyhood up - the longing to win the love of men. That he might be beloved, he had been generous, mild and mirthful with small folk; he had let his light of learning shine, but with all modesty and humility, among the priests in the city, so that they might like him…

Few would disagree that the knowledge explosion has had a negligible effect on the world’s supply of wisdom.

"Methinks it must be easier to watch and pray for them that sleep without in the world, than to strive against one's own sins -"
"It is so... But think you, Kristin, there has lived one holy man that hath not had to defend himself against the enemy, at the same time as he strove to guard the lambs against the wolf - ?"

The only thing better than the agony of seeking is the joy of finding.

We can be our own psychiatrist if we let God be ours first. We can talk wisely to ourselves if we first listen wisely to God.

This is what it means to dwell in the house of the Lord and behold his beauty. It is self-forgetful. That is what humility means: self-forgetfulness, not self-laceration; not a low image of yourself, but none…

Beautiful description of the Nidaros Cathedral

"'Twas taught me at home in my father's and mother's house...that at Yule-tide none should ask another for aught, but each should strive to do the most. He was most blest that most could serve others throughout the holy days."

…men forgot the sinful joys they had snatched for themselves when the time came to pay for them.

...a young child like you thinks, maybe, there are no other lures in the world than pleasure and riches and power. But I say to you, these are small things men find by the wayside; and I - I have loved the ways themselves - not the small things of the world did I love, but the whole world.

Much have I done already that I deemed once I dared not do because ‘twas sin. But I saw not till now what sin brings with it – that we must tread others underfoot.

“Many a man greets his son-in-law and knows not of it… ‘twere no marvel if one day she showed us that he is dearer to her than her honour – or her life.”

“See you not, Kristin – such sins as these – it may be that God may forgive such sins more easily than many others – but they lay waste a kindred in such wise that it can never be made whole again…”

“Vae terrae, ubi puer rex est. which in the Norse tongue is; ‘No resting o’ nights for rats in the house where the cat’s a kitten.’”

His sons were taken from him – ‘twas you, his daughters, who were to build up his race after him – must he live now to see the day when one is without health and the other without honor –?

[Lavrans] Knows not how to rule you… he who was born to rule over men. He was made for a leader, ay, and one whom men would have followed — gladly. These are no times for such men as he…

…if the wrongs men do through lust and anger cannot be atoned for, then must heaven be an empty place.

We are saved by love and love sings, and singing turns our hearts around. Music is the most powerful of all the arts in doing that.

God is love, and love fights. Love has weapons because love has enemies.

“I could never come to love any man so much as to go against my father and mother for his sake.”

Thank God for the good gifts He has given you, and murmur not if you seem to miss aught you think might well be added to you. You have bonny yellow hair, see you fret not because it does not curl.

“Holy Cross, strongest of masts, fairest of trees, bridge for the sick to the fair shores of health —“

“‘Tis well when one dares not do what one doth not think a fair deed,” said Lady Aashild, laughing a little. “But it is not so well when one thinks a thing to be no fair deed because one dares not do it…”