Faith draws the poison from every grief, takes the sting from every loss, and quenches the fire of every pain, and only faith can do it.

If the bitter cup does not pass, drink it and be strong, trusting in happier days ahead.

Imperfect people are all god has ever had to work with. That must be terribly frustrating to him, but he deals with it. So should we.

However late you think you are, however many chances you think you have missed, however many mistakes you feel you have made or talents you think you don’t have, or however far from home and family and God you feel you have traveled, I testify that you have not traveled beyond the reach of divine love. It is not possible for you to sink lower than the infinite light of Christ’s Atonement shines.

In our time the only restraint left is self-retraint.

Hope on. Journey on. Honestly acknowledge your questions and your concerns, but first and forever fan the flame of your faith, because all things are possible to them that believe.

The Church is not a monastery for the isolation of perfect people. It is more like a hospital provided for those who wish to get well.