Albanian Inspirational Quotes

Poetry Poetry, How did you find your way to me? My mother does not know Albanian well, She writes letters like Aragon, without commas and periods, My father roamed the seas in his youth, But you have come, Walking down the pavement of my quiet city of stone, And knocked timidly at the door of my three-storey house, At Number 16. There are many things I have loved and hated in life, For many a problem I have been an 'open city', But anyway... Like a young man returning home late at night, Exhausted and broken by his nocturnal wanderings, Here too am I, returning to you, Worn out after another escapade. And you, Not holding my infidelity against me, Stroke my hair tenderly, My last stop, Poetry.

Just as her mother had taught her that God did not see ethnic divisions such as Albanian or Serbian, Mother Teresa now taught her audience that God did not see divisions such as rich or poor, Western or Eastern, Catholic or Hindu. All of humanity was God’s people, and thus a commitment to God meant a commitment to help the poorest and most destitute of humanity, whoever and wherever they might