The most difficult of decisions are often not the ones in which we cannot determine the correct course; rather the ones in which we are certain of the path but fear the journey.

Could it be that to truly love a thing is not to desire it, but to desire happiness for it?

There are far too many people for us to think about each of them during our short stay on earth—like the thousands of books in a library we haven’t time to read in an afternoon. But this is no excuse to cease browsing. For every now and then, we find that one book that reaches us deep inside and introduces us to ourselves. And, in someone else’s story, we come to understand our own.

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

I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

Some people spend so much time hunting treasure that they fail to see it all around them. It's like sifting through gold to find the silt.

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