The hope that is left after all your hopes are gone - that is pure hope, rooted in the heart.

Gratefulness is the gallantry of a heart ready to rise to the opportunity a given moment offers.

A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.

By looking up, by raising our eyes above our limited horizon, we are more likely to perceive the blessings hidden in affliction.

Eyes see only light, ears hear only sound, but a listening heart perceives meaning.

We have thousands of opportunities every day to be grateful: for having good weather, to have slept well last night, to be able to get up, to be healthy, to have enough to eat. ... There's opportunity upon opportunity to be grateful; that's what life is.

Wherever we may come alive, that is the area in which we are spiritual.