There is no tenderness without bravery.

We are only as great as our struggles. We only become who we are in the face of them.

The human condition is imperfection. And that's how it's supposed to be.

Be brave with your life, so others will be brave with theirs.

We build our lives in moments, and even the ones we can't remember become the story of who we are.

Don't let anyone convince you that love doesn't matter.

Beauty comes from tenderness.

You don't have to be perfect to be awesome.

What matters most is how you respond to your heartbreaks and your disappointments and your fears. What matters most is who you become in response to them.

The best things about womanhood might possibly even be the conversations. The chatting. The gabbing. The whispering. The hands-on-hips eye-rolling. The yukking-it up.

Our lives disappear, even as we live them.

Briar: "So I guess I was the last to know." Rosethorn: "Of course you are. You're a man, aren't you?

Fame is like drifting clouds, transient and ephemeral. Memory is forever.

The book of Job does not set out to answer the problem of suffering, but to proclaim a God so great that no answer is needed.

My whole theory about art is the disparity that exists between form, masses and movement.

Part of the maturity of the sciences is an appreciation of which questions are best left to other disciplinary approaches.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

I like ideas. I find them more exciting than human behavior for the most part.

Our Redeemer ever present in the most Blessed Sacrament, extends His hands to everyone. He opens His heart and says, 'Come to Me, all of you.'

He speaks four letter language because his mind is small. His voice is like venom, I don't like him at all.

Between children and parents there is a difficulty of seeing each other simply as people.