Maybe some are so busy waiting, they forget what indescribable beauty is right there in front of them.

I am fallen, flawed and imperfect. Yet drenched in the grace and mercy that is found in Jesus Christ, there is strength

Life isn’t how you survive the thunderstorm, but how you dance in the rain.

Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there.

You’ve got mountains of your own, I’ll bet on it. Take heart. Be encouraged. Remain steadfast. Hang on for dear life. You’ve got a better grip than you realize.

Sometimes the good fight feels impossible, but I for one, am NOT giving up.

I kind of tend to do most of my adventures in my mind.

There is no old Adam Young, there is no new Adam Young, merely different colors and different brushstrokes over the same canvas.

I'm a very introverted guy, so I don't need to be around people for as long as someone who's very extroverted to get that sort of social fix per se.

I'd probably go to see Saturn first-thing and see as close to those rings as I can get and see if I can fly by one of them and try and put one of my hands through them.

I've definitely had a few moments in my life where I've seen somebody and it's blown me away at first sight, but I guess of those few scenarios, none of them have been like... I'm not married.

Live every day as if it is a festival. Turn your life into a celebration

Reach high for the stars that hidden in your soul. Dream precedes the goal

The goal of spiritual practice is full recovery, and the only thing you need to recover from is a fractured sense of self.

I don't have cable. I just never watched a lot of TV.

Liberals go straight to ugly racist stereotypes when attacking conservative blacks, calling them oversexualized, stupid and/or incompetent.

I wanted to finally feel better about understanding. I painted my wife because I wanted to understand her. I can talk to her, but I didn't understand why I was so compelled.

The March sunne raises but dissolves not.

Do not have an important dark and important light in the same picture they will destroy each other.

The soul, Advancing ever to the source of light And all perfection, lives, adores, and reigns In cloudless knowledge, purity, and bliss.

Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.