God cannot remove the burdens of your heart, but he will prompt you where to go, what to say and what to do, in order to free yourself from your chains.

He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.

If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.

A true gentleman is one that apologizes anyways, even though he has not offended a lady intentionally. He is in a class all of his own because he knows the value of a woman's heart.

A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.

The most confused you will ever get is when you try to convince your heart and spirit of something your mind knows is a lie.

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

If he can't handle you at your worst then he does not deserve you at your best. Real love means seeing beyond the words spoken out of pain, and instead seeing a person's soul.

There's really no such thing as the 'voiceless'. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

Age is not measured by years. Nature does not equally distribute energy. Some people are born old and tired while others are going strong at seventy.

No game designed to be played with the aid of personal servants by right-handed men who can't even bring along their dogs can be entirely good for the soul.

Impatience dries the blood sooner than age or sorrow.

What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife.

Hollywood's always saying, "Yesterday!" and scares you to death with all that deadline and yelling and impatience stuff.

I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit.

Heaven is the very last place to come to rest and don't you be afraid to bet on that!

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing, which remark I guess shows I still don't have a pure motive (O it's-such-fun-I-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read) about writing.

Every sect is a moral check on its neighbour. Competition is as wholesome in religion as in commerce.