Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.

You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted. Begin again the story of your life.

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.

Zen pretty much comes down to three things -- everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

Habit, laziness, and fear conspire to keep us comfortably within the familiar.

How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.

Existence itself is nothing if not an amazement. Good poems restore amazement.

In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.

You must try, the voice said, to become colder. I understood at once. It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, braced in stone. Only something heartless could bear the full weight.

Passion does not make careful arguments: it declares itself, and that is enough.

You can be broken into a dozen shattered pieces and still heal the world because service has its own medicine--hope.

A winner fulfills his contract with the world and with himself. That is, he sets out to do something, says that he is committed to doing it, and in the long run does it.

Jesus says if you want to have me, you must give up that other thing that has you.

I am able to talk about my life in a way that helps other women - and men, but mostly women - understand their own life. I feel real proud of that.

Why do we need faith when we have the technology to move mountains?

Trusting God is the answer. He will never let you down.

I get about five memoirs per week in my mailbox, and few of them inspire anything but a desire to pick up the channel changer.

Just like a caravan of camels walking in the desert, be durable against the adversities of life and walk with decisive steps.

With the most powerful binoculars, I cannot see Alaska.

Is Messi a real player or a Play Station character?