The natural world is built upon common motifs and patterns. Recognizing patterns in nature creates a map for locating yourself in change, and anticipation what is yet to come.

Imagination belongs to hope. It’s the creative dance of possibility.

Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

If I’m going to have hope, I’m going to have to learn to endure disappointment.

A wish is a single unit of hope. It’s a single request for something I dearly desire.

Hope requires waiting. Waiting requires patience.

Don't be afraid that things are changing, because indeed they always are.

Without hope, I wouldn’t even try. Hope lifts me to consider new possibilities so I can stay the course of my desire, no matter what.

We cannot protect ourselves from disappointment and still live a fully engaged life.

Given that I don’t know anything, when I am making up stories about the future, why not make it a good story instead of a scary one?

When I act, I act on behalf of who or what I love. Even when I have to fight against something, it is because of what I value and love.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune but to write and read comes by nature.

You have to be funny about it and honest about it. You can't leave yourself out of that mix. You have to be honest enough to say, I'm that messed-up one in the family.

Giving thanks is a key that opens a door to greater connectedness and greater participation in the life of the world. It is one of the most powerful spiritual practices available to us.

Messi is class. There is him, and then there is the rest. What he does is extraordinary.

You look like a handsome young man…although you might want to zip your fly. Mom! What? Should I have not told you and left it for everyone else to notice at the dance?

Melodies are important. I always kind of pride myself on my melodies.

I lurve you, circus freak," Cabel says. It almost hurts to hear him say that. I lurve you, too, you big lumpy monster man," Janie says. That hurts even more to say.

She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.

[To Timothy LaHaye:] So, Mr. LaHaye, when the Rapture happens, can I have your stuff?

The seduction of safety is always more dangerous than the illusion of uncertainty.