Loss taught me the strength of faith. Faith in a God who understands. Faith in a Saviour who gave His all. Faith in a Comforter who walked by my side.

Loss taught me the value of tears. Just as the rains come down to wash away debris and dust, tears unleashed can bring relief.

Loss taught me the priceless value of friends. I would have lost it but for my friends.

Loss taught me. It taught me that I won’t have people around me forever. The good I need to do to someone today, I may not have the opportunity to do tomorrow.

Loss taught me. Loss taught me that death comes to both the old and the young.

Our beliefs about our abilities and the capabilities we have are usually the limiting reactants in the chain reaction of our lives.

When you have defined yourself, circumstances don’t define you – they only refine you.

Dreams and freedom are the same. In order for them to be, they come with a price.

Life is a great adventure.

Some drink from the fountain of knowledge - others just gargle.

Luck is everything... My good luck in life was to be a really frightened person. I'm fortunate to be a coward, to have a low threshold of fear, because a hero couldn't make a good suspense film.

Let them police themselves, and then it goes another step past them to my coaches and there a coach that is responsible for a different area and different category on the field.

I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself

One way to appreciate C.S. Lewis is to see how his Christian humility shaped his life and work.

Visual journaling allows us to access our inner language of imagery and express it both verbally and visually, while exploring the connection between image and word.

Me neither,” Shane put in. “Homie don’t play that.” “I wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all,” Amelie said.

All great art is a visual form of prayer.