To many people, free will is a license to rebel not against what is unjust or hard in life but against what is best for them and true.

Time doesn’t, as advertised, heal all wounds. Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.

In spite of where we were, how we had gotten here and why we had come, I felt that at this moment of our lives, this place was exactly where we belonged. We were not drifting but rising, rising toward something right and of significance.

When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee.

Fate isn’t one straight road…there are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.

I always thought happiness was a choice and I always chose things that made me happy, and books were one of those.

Little mouse, you were so quick, so bright, so sweet, so full of life. And you still are everything you were then. None of it’s lost forever. All that promise, all that hope, that love and goodness—it’s still inside you. No one can take the gifts God gave you. Only you.