You don't order someone to polish your shoes one day and call them 'sister' the next.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

We no longer have any time to waste, entertaining our dark side. It is time we recognize those evil elements of our internal world and start working untiringly on eradicating them.

That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.

Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself.

It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.

CALLOUS, adj. Gifted with great fortitude to bear the evils afflicting another.

Alms (is) for the purity of your soul, and flourishment and expansion of your sustenence.

We are valued wither too highly or not high enough; we are never taken at our real worth.

Fascinations breeds preparedness, and preparedness, survival.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.