Looking at these people now from behind the counter, made her feel like that little girl again, the deprived child that used to press her nose on the glass, peering at things she could never have.

Her grandparents’ house was an old crammed up space just like all the others there, but to Sofia it had the luxuries of a palace and the reverence of a church.

And all these things she always counted on to revisit, they made up a map, the map of a true home. It was the only place where she felt she had an identity and a history behind her.

Stand up for what is right even if you stand alone.

It is the camp law: people going to their death must be deceived to the very end.

I'll never forget my wedding day... they threw vitamin pills

Your faith will not fail while God sustains it; you are not strong enough to fall away while God is resolved to hold you.

The ocean has always been a salve to my soul.

A little story is supported by a lot of untold backstory. What they get is more than what they see.

I think all of our human Experience shows that no one with absolute power can be trusted to give it up even in part

Spirituality isn't about being finished and perfect; spirituality is about trusting God in our unfinishedness.

Nothing else is going to matter if we kill the earth and we kill the food and we destroy the gene pool and there aren't any people around to enjoy the earth.

History repeats itself, but in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.