Most of our addictions [shopping, food, bad relationships] as women flare up when we feel that we are not loved or sought after.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal.

Deep in his heart, every man longs for a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue.

The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.

Security is not found in the absence of danger, but in the presence of Jesus.

Faith looks back and draws courage; hope looks ahead, and keeps desire alive.

She is the crescendo, the final, astonishing work of God. Woman. In one last flourish creation comes to a finish with Eve. She is the Master's finishing touch.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

Caring for our own hearts isn't selfishness; it's how we begin to love.

A man's calling is written on his true heart, and he discovers it when he enters the frontier of his deep desires.

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

It is not selfish or narcissistic to love yourself. It is your first and foremost responsibility.

You might say, well, aren't people saying that about wind and solar today? Not really. Only in the super-narrow sense that the capital costs per output, when the wind is blowing, is slightly lower.

I always resented books that tried to teach a lesson, where the characters are too good: They don't swear, they tell their mothers everything.

I learned how to do stop-frame animation and I experimented with that a lot and pretty much that was my mode of animating through high school.

Of course Overlord did not fail. How could it? With some many fine young men and women from all corners of the earth all determined to do their best to free a world gone half mad.

Kiss me now, love me now.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.