How do you know that you are not part of a book? That someone's not reading your story right now?

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

Prayer is like water - something you can't imagine has the strength or power to do any good, and yet give it time and it can change the lay of the land.

There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets--we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that, too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else--and language only takes you so far.

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.

Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

She became whoever she needed to be to survive,but she never let anyone else define her.