Making it look easy is the hardest thing in the world to do.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Real life isn't always going to be perfect or go our way, but the recurring acknowledgement of what is working in our lives can help us not only to survive but surmount our difficulties.

One of the most important milestones we'll all hit along the way is the moment when we finally own our unique point of view and realize how priceless it is.

Our deepest wishes are whispers of our authentic selves. We must learn to respect them. We must learn to listen.

Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.

Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.

Life is not made up of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years, but of moments. You must experience each one before you can appreciate it.

Grace is available for each of us every day - our spiritual daily bread - but we've got to remember to ask for it with a grateful heart and not worry about whether there will be enough for tomorrow.

Every time we remember to say "thank you", we experience nothing less than heaven on earth.

Learning to live in the present moment is part of the path of joy.

If you own this story you get to write the ending.

When the words have been said and the music has been played, feelings are the only form of art which will remain to reign. (Soar)

The 2 prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck.As the tag line of my favorite dirty joke would have it: "Keep your hat on. We could wind up miles from here.

I drift along, thinking about the past a great deal. The past is so reliable, so delightful, and the best place to live. I end up there quite often, you know; it's very comfortable and dependable.

I'm afraid that the United States is more isolated today than at any other time in my memory.

It's painful to consider anything but writing.

The Devil is kind to his own.

I usually try to make my images look like they just exist, like no effort was put into it.

There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.