If you are not able to be silent, you will not be able to speak well.

As long as we have our stories there is hope.

...real care means the willingness to help each other in making our brokenness into the gateway to joy.

Our life is...a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.

Through prayer we can carry in our heart all human pain and sorrow, all conflicts and agonies, all torture and war, all hunger, loneliness and misery, not because of some great psychological or emotional capacity, but because God's heart has become one with ours.

The art of living is to enjoy what we can see and not complain about what remains in the dark.

A friend is more than a therapist or confessor, even though a friend can sometimes heal us and offer us God's forgiveness. A friend is that other person with whom we can share our solitude, our silence, and our prayer. A friend is that other person with whom we can look at a tree and say, "Isn't that beautiful," or sit on the beach and silently watch the sun disappear under the horizon. With a friend we don't have to say or do something special. With a friend we can be still and know that God is there with both of us.