The past should not be a place where we live, but something from which we learn.

In the darkest times of your life, your praise to God should be the loudest. Let the enemy know you're not afraid of the dark.

. . . you have no idea how many people there are in the world whose day could be made and their life changed for the better if someone would just look them in the eye, smile, and say, "Hello.

One of the greatest gifts you can give your husband is your own wholeness.

Forgiveness doesn't make the other person right, it makes you free.

We will never be happy until we make God the source of our fulfillment and the answer to our longings. He is the only one who should have power over our souls.

Don’t be overwhelmed . . . take it one day and one prayer at a time.

The truth is you always grow to love the people you pray for. That’s because you develop God’s heart of love for them.

I've often thought, I'm nobody. Why would God answer my prayer? But God's not impressed by eloquence; he's impressed by our longing for him.

Praying is not telling God what to do. It's trusting that God knows what to do.

People's love for us may change, depending on what we do or don't do to please them. But God's does not-it's everlasting.

Doubt is the ally of hope, not its enemy, and together they made all the blessing he had.

The silence of the room was shattered with a wail of pain coming from deep within me.

Time extracts various values from a painter's work. When these values are exhausted the pictures are forgotten, and the more a picture has to give, the greater it is.

In Mexico, everything on the menu is the same dish. The only difference is the way it's folded.

There is so much about the process of writing that is mysterious to me, but this one thing I've found to be true: writing begets writing.

Whenever there's the experience of a broken heart, there's the experience of fear.

The sentimentalist does not think of what he does so much as of what the world will think of what he does.

That’s the beauty of books. We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone.

Priest is a fisherman and Holy Book is a fishook. We either refuse to be a fish or we burn in the frying pan of irrationality!

Which side of the blade is sharper? The lie or the truth? It all seems irrelevant when your jugular is sliced open and you’re lying in a pool of blood for the whole world to see.