We each have a finite number of heartbeats, a finite amount of time. But we have enough heartbeats and enough time to do what is important.

‎In every crisis there is a message. Crises are nature's way of forcing change - breaking down old structures, shaking loose negative habits so that something new and better can take their place.

We need quiet time to examine our lives openly and honestly - spending quiet time alone gives your mind an opportunity to renew itself and create order.

Seeds of faith are always within us; sometimes it takes a crisis to nourish and encourage their growth.

As we rise to meet the challenges that are a natural part of living, we awaken to our many undiscovered gifts, to our inner power and our purpose.

Thoughts have power; thoughts are energy. And you can make your world or break it by your own thinking.

Whatever we believe about ourselves and our ability comes true for us.

We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.

Love is the life spring of our existence. The more love you give, the happier you feel and the more love you will have within you to give.

The more we nourish our internal world, the more powerful we grow in the external world.

In every crisis there is a message.

No adolescent ever wants to be understood, which is why they complain about being misunderstood all the time.

The soul is a prolonged anniversary of our lives in this world.

What a terrible thing, I thought, to let a moment go.

The pursuit of eternity is no longer the prerogative of the gods - it is the business of us all, here and now.

It's just lovely to be involved in a movie that does go back to the basics - characters and great writing.

That Jesus’ followers (and later Paul) had resurrection experiences is, in my judgment, a fact. What the reality was that gave rise to the experiences I do not know.

The war had made a man of him! It had coarsened him and hardened him. There was no other way to look at it. It had made him reach a point at which he would no longer stand unbearable things.

As the arrow endures the string, and in the gathering momentum becomes more than itself. Because to stay is to be nowhere.

So, great. This is Camp…what do you call it? Camp Fish-Blood?” Aphros frowned. “I hope that was a joke. This is Camp __________.” He made a sound that was a series of sonar pings and hisses.

I do have a fantasy life in which I can grout bathrooms - but not for a living.