And please watch over the babies trapped in limbo. In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit, amen. 
she was the kind of woman who couldn't live without meaning, powerful and real meaning, in her life. 
God dwelled in sex and marriage just as much as He dwelled in celibacy and service, 
But the trade-off for my self-respect was a cold bed and an over-used vibrator, and it was starting to wear thin. 
Tell me you're eighteen," he whispered. "I'm not." "Damn you." And then he tilted my face back up to his, and his mouth came down over mine anyway. 
I hear not all priests are that chaste these days. 
So many networks of love and heartbreak, so many deep folds and layers to a person's heart. 
I believe," Ash said coldly, "that the words you are looking for are, 'Yes, sir. 
Anything you want and I'll give it to you. Let me do it to you." She looked up at me, eyes full and deep. "Punish me," she whispered. 
I thought, this is what it's like to be torn apart for love. This is what it means to be reborn. 
One day, you might find that you have a life again. A life that makes you happy. 
I don't know what you call it when you fuck someone's ass raw, Father Bell, but that's what I call it. 
was the only halo I ever wanted again, a circle of wicked wants and devilish delights. 
I'd seen enough grief as a priest to know that people never really moved on, at least not in the linear, segmented way our culture expected people to. 
We weren't ashamed to enjoy food and alcohol in moderation - why were we so afraid of sex? 
Si vis amari, ama," you tell me. If you wish to be loved, love. 
Whatever happens after this, I just want you to know that this was worth it. You were worth it. You were worth everything. 
In a way, it's easier to dwell on sin and guilt than it is to dwell on love and forgiveness - especially 
I wanted to show her all of my burdens and have her lift them from me with her clever mind and her elegant compassion. 
A man and a woman wanting each other is by far one of the least sinful things I've seen 
Oh, trust me, Lieutenant Colchester, I always keep both eyes on a man directly underneath me. Both hands too. 
Even in the dim basement light, she looked unreal, too rare and too lovely to gaze at for longer than a few seconds without pain. 
each wound a whisper of promise. you can own me because now I know I own you give me more and I'll give you everything 
Find whatever love is left in your life and hold on to it tightly. And one day, things will have gotten less gray, less dull. 
if this was what love was, then I didn't know how anyone could bear the weight of it. 
Do we focus on pruning out all evil, or do we focus on growing love? 
I was going to see Ivy today and that was all that mattered. 