Love is proud of itself. It leaks out of us even with the tightest security.
Letting people be okay without us is how we get to be okay without them.
We look for God as though he were not already here.
What a gigantic step it is not to move.
Everything we say about other people is really about ourselves.
There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.