Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But its even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody - or your soul.

In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.

Busy is a choice. Stress is a choice. Joy is a choice. Choose well.

Like the wind, Grace finds us wherever we are and won't leave us however we were found.

Being joyful isn't what makes you grateful. Being grateful is what makes you joyful.

It's habits that can imprison you and it's habits that can free you. But when thanks to God becomes a habit - so joy in God becomes your life.

The moment when you are most repelled by a child's behavior, that is your warning light to draw the very closest to that child.

There is unwavering peace today when an uncertain tomorrow is trusted to an unchanging God.

We give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of Who He is.

...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

Joy and pain, they are but two arteries of the one heart that pumps through all those who don't numb themselves to really living.

They say if the love is true, then it’s easy. But that’s false. Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

Tragedy cannot take place around a type. Suffering is the most individualizing thing on earth.

We live counterfeit lives in order to resemble the idea we first had of ourselves.

It's very important to have the right clothing to exercise in. If you throw on an old T-shirt or sweats, it's not inspiring for your workout.

Anhamirak, abandon and freedom.

Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

I think anybody who's been a part of a kid's life, you hope that when they go out into the world, that they surround themselves with the right people and don't find themselves in trouble.

I would kiss you anyway, but I have a feeling that if I tried– (Rafael) I’d kick you in the nuts and tear your ear off. (Celena) That would hurt. (Rafael) That’s the idea. (Celena)