The selfless love that we give to others, to the point of being willing to sacrifice our lives for them, is all the proof I need that human beings are not mere animals of self-interest. We carry within us a divine spark, and if we chose to recognize it, our lives have dignity, meaning, hope.

Not all popular novelists are good, but all good novelists are, sooner or later, popular.

Holy men tell us life is a mystery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.

Hope, however, isn't all that's needed to achieve change. Hope is a hand extended, but two hands are required to be pulled out of this deep hole. The second hand was faith.

Perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.

its a rare thing to know one completly to the core and stil love him

What looks tragic might be comic on second consideration, and what is comic might bring tears in time.