My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.

What do people mean when they say, 'I am not afraid of God because I know He is good'? Have they never even been to a dentist?

I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it?

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.

I sometimes think that shame, mere awkward, senseless shame, does as much towards preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as any of our vices can do.

The sun might be God. God might not watch us at night.

When I look at your smile, I can see your heart. When I look at your heart, it makes me smile back.

Each day, write a thankful note.

Conversation is the fine art of mutual consideration and communication about matters of common interest that basically have some human importance.

It is through science that we prove, but through intuition that we discover.

A purpose, an intention, a design, strikes everywhere even the careless, the most stupid thinker.

Ann Winder-Boyle's small-scale encaustic pictures always reward a second look - they have an intriguing edge of darkness about them.

I just mean people who seem unavailable in the sense that they're not prepared to totally cling to anyone. I'm very attracted to people who are basically free spirits.

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

She tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.