Terms don't define our lives; our lives define our terms.

‎True love isn't expressed in passionately whispered words an intimate kiss or a embrace; before two people are married, love is expressed in self-control, patience, even words left unsaid.

When you let God be God you can let humans be humans. When we place God in His rightful place in our lives, we don't struggle so much when human relationships let us down.

Just because something is good doesn't mean we should pursue it right now. We have to remember that the right thing at the wrong time is the wrong thing.

The most romantic things a man can do for a woman are the little things that let her know that she's on his mind and in his heart.

When God knows you're ready for the responsibility of commitment, He'll reveal the right person under the right circumstances.

True purity, however, is a direction, a persistent, determined pursuit of righteousness. This direction starts in the heart, and we express it in a lifestyle that flees opportunities for compromise.

Courtship is a commitment - it's a promise not to play games with another person's heart.

But remember, continuing a wrong relationship only increases the pain when it finally does end.

Our hearts lie. Something can 'feel' right and be completely wrong.

I won't stick around to see how much temptation I can take. God is not impressed with my ability to stand up to sin. He is more impressed by the obedience I show when I run from it.

If you have time to be mindful, you have time to meditate.

If the poor overweight jogger only knew how far he had to run to work off the calories in a crust of bread he might find it better in terms of pound per mile to go to a massage parlor.

The ups and downs, the problems and stress, along with all the happiness, have given me optimism and hope because I am living proof of survival.

Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.

What is called virtue in the common sense of the word has nothing to do with this or that man's prosperity, or even happiness.

The more people learn about them (Obama and Hillary) and how they handle the pressure, the more their support will evaporate.

There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but unreachable.

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

I feel very fortunate to have my ears. I'd share them with everybody but I only have two to go around.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.