He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

In that moment I understood that the cruelest words in the universe are if only.

Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.

How can the moon be scooped from the water's surface, or flowers be plucked from the void?

People pleasing doesn't allow you to receive.

Things rarely go exactly as we expect, but in the long run, they work out well for those who love God. His plan is higher than ours.

Having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject the second time around.

All of us are what we have to be and everyone lives the kind of life its in him to live.

Begin with the possible; begin with one step.

We are very lucky to be men because women have a terrible time getting older parts. It's much more difficult.

I used to not be really honest with girls and then I dropped a song called 'Starry Room' and then I started turning over a new leaf.

I am never weary of being useful... In serving others I cannot do enough. No labor is sufficient to tire me.

You see, I think negative emotions are always trumped by positive emotions.

To seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You're supposed to seem bored.