There's no hurt so great that love can't heal it.

Some so fear the future that they suffocate the present. It's like committing suicide to avoid being murdered.

I don't want to go to Peru. "How do you know? You've never been there." I've never been to hell either and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go there.

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.

It is better to be loved by one person who knows your soul than millions who don't even know your phone number.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.