Out of perfection nothing can be made. Every process involves breaking something up.

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.

If the path before you is clear, you're probably on someone else's.

I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.

Find a place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.

Life is but a mask worn on the face of death. And is death, then, but another mask? 'How many can say,' asks the Aztec poet, 'that there is, or is not, a truth beyond?'

A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.

Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived. Follow the path that is no path, follow your bliss.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

Tender, " she said again. "Tender is kind and gentle. It's also sore, like the skin around an injury.

Ultimately all you can do is fix yourself. And that's a lot. Because if you can fix yourself, it has a ripple effect

The church of Jesus needs to wake up from the exile of passivity and embrace liminality and adventure or continue to remain a religious ghetto for culturally co-opted, fearful, middle-class folk.

Owain told me about the beautiful, fair-haired Vesta. It took me several minutes to work out that Vesta was a horse, and that Owain was possibly in love with her.

If I had my choice of all the blessings I can conceive of I would choose perfect conformity to the Lord Jesus, or, in one word, holiness.

Mathematics is one of the deepest and most powerful expressions of pure human reason, and, at the same time, the most fundamental resource for description and analysis of the experiential world.

To the stern student of affairs, Beirut is a phenomenon, beguiling perhaps, but quite, quite impossible.

I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

I'm a professional and I'll do anything - a poetry reading, television, cinema, anything that allows me to act.

Yes," I say. "Three of these flying birds." I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight - toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.