Do not pray anymore: the sky is deaf.

Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. . . It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.

When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.

I don't pray anymore. I used to, I used to pray for answers. A clue, a sign of what I should do. How to find something precious in this life. There was a time when I thought it was my work, my job, but is it? Nothing in this world changes because of what I do. The hurt goes on and on. God has given up on us. He doesn't hear us anymore. . .

Prayer is less about changing the world than it is about changing ourselves.

For she prays that she will not cringe at the loneliness of the exile.