You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.

As a boy I heard this story in church. A man was patching a pitched roof of a tall building when he began sliding off. As he neared the edge of the roof he prayed, "Save me, Lord, and I'll go to church every Sunday, I'll give up drinking, I'll be the best man this city has ever known." As he finished his prayer, a nail snagged onto his overalls and saved him. The man looked up to the sky and shouted, "Never mind, God. I took care of it myself." How true of us.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

Life is what happens to us while we're planning something else.

People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.

From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288