Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

The strength of a friendship can be measured by the weight of the burden it's willing to share. (If you want to test this just ask someone to help you move.)

There are moments, it would seem, that were created in cosmic theater where we are given strange and fantastic tests. In these times, we do not show who we are to God, for surely He must already know, but rather to ourselves.

But more than brave, you have love. And love is brave.

The concept of spiritual healing was something I was raised with.

The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.