It might be liberating to think of human life as informed by losses and disappearances as much as by gifted appearances, allowing a more present participation and witness to the difficulty of living.

What if the world is holding its breath - waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

The antidote to exhaustion isn't rest. It's wholeheartedness.

Gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us.

To have a firm persuasion in our work - to feel that what we do is right for ourselves and good for the world at exactly the same time - is one of the great triumphs of human existence.

Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you.

Our work is to make ourselves visible in the world. This is the soul's individual journey, and the soul would much rather fail at its own life than succeed at someone else's.

Enough. These few words are enough If not these few words, this breath If not this breath, this sitting here This opening to the life we have refused again and again Until now Until now.

I want to know if you know how to melt into that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of your longing.

The courageous conversation is the one you don't want to have.

Humanity must forgive 'Humanity', for only then can we be Humane.

It's not enough that you move through the world - you must change it to suit your expectations.

God seems to have left the receiver off the hook and time is running out.

Most of us could stop doing something that's hindering our passion for Jesus and effectiveness in following him.

What the devil possessed me to reply 1. ... e5?? I compltely forgot that Spassky, like Spielmann in the past, very much likes to play the King's Gambit.

I like the Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas more than the actual one.

He climbs highest who helps another up.

If you like the precision and concision of poetry, a page of prose is unsatisfying in a certain way. And poetry is so direct.

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

I was living a life of a lie. I really was.