I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.
What can we do about God, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day?
After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.
In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.
But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.
Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?