Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived. Twice in that life I've been given the choice: as a boy and as a man. The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

We are...a Divine work of art, something that God is making...something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character.

If I had really cared as I thought I did about the sorrows of the world I should not have been so overwhelmed when my own sorrow came- I thought I trusted the rope until it mattered to me whether it would bear me, now it matters and I find I didn't.

Your Majesty would have a perfect right to strike off his head," said Peridan. "Such an assault as he made puts him on a level with assassins." "It is very true," said Edmund. "But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did." And he looked very thoughtful.

Gratitude exclaims, very properly, 'How good of God to give me this.'