I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

David looked at me, then, the regret plain on his face. No matter what I said, we both knew the hard truth. We do our best. We try. And usually, it makes no difference at all

You are a manipulator.I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.

If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives to all men generously and without reproaching, and it will be given him.

I talk about myself in the third person all the time. I don't live my life in the way someone like you does. I live my life completely serving only my work and my fans.

It is alleged that half a million Spanish men, women and children fled to France after the Franco victory.

Who waits until circumstances completely favor his undertaking, will never accomplish anything.

I know sanctification comes not with any particular calling, but with genuine acts of service, often for which there is no specific calling.

and that, in the end, the most interesting people always leave.

May the World Day of Consecrated Life be a timely occasion to rediscover the centrality of Jesus in our lives.