The ending of your story all depends on the beginning of ours.

Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.

It's the in-between, the sustenance, not just the gears and bolts that make a human. When you forget to find out how the person was built—the oil, chemistry, and the craft—you miss all the beauty.

Her silence should be feared more than her words.

A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.

I watched him with wonder like the stars watch the moon, falling in love with every crescent, dark side, and dream.

Love alone means nothing unless you have a tortured heart for it to soothe.

Life is a lie. We should fear it more than death. We live fearful of dying, terrified of the unknown … when, really, every truth is in our last breath.

Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.

The heavenly Father is the Father to the fatherless.

Life is temporal.Time is fleeting.God is permanent.Eternity is enduring.

If your house is on fire warm yourself by it.

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

All historians, even the most scientific, have bias, if in no other sense than the determination not to have any.

FORTITUDE IS THE CAPACITY TO SAY NO WHEN THE WORLD WANTS TO HEAR 'YES'

I don't think a person should take herself seriously unless she is alone.

They say no matter how hard you work, there's always someone, somewhere working harder then you. Guess what.. I'm that someone

Art thou angry with him whose armpits stink? Art thou angry with him whose mouth smells foul?

What we have is a data glut.