I'm just trying to make the point that the story we're telling ourselves is often very different from the story we're telling the people around us.

Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.

It wasn't necessary to win for the story to be great, it was only necessary to sacrifice everything.

All this beauty exists so you and I can see His glory, His artwork. It's like an invitation to worship Him, to know Him.

The greatest stories go to those who don’t give in to fear.

It comforts me to think that if we are created beings, the thing that created us would have to be greater than us, so much greater, in fact, that we would not be able to understand it. It would have to be greater than the facts of our reality, and so it would seem to us, looking out from within our reality that it would contradict reason. But reason itself would suggest it would have to be greater than reality, or it would not be reasonable.

The ambitions we have will become the stories we live.