But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

No long-term marriage is made easily, and there have been times when I've been so angry or so hurt that I thought my love would never recover.

Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, set against galaxies which go beyond the reach of the furthest telescopes, I feel that my life has meaning. Perhaps I should feel insignificant, but instead I feel a soaring in my heart that the God who could create all this — and out of nothing — can still count the hairs of my head.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

Euripedes. Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

Compassion is nothing one feels with the intellect alone. Compassion is particular; it is never general.