The most intelligent thing you can possibly do with your life is to grow.

Hard work is painful when life is devoid of purpose. But when you live for something greater than yourself and the gratification of your own ego, then hard work becomes a labor of love.

If you don’t take the time to get really clear about exactly what it is you’re trying to accomplish, then you’re forever doomed to spend your life achieving the goals of those who do.

When you live for a strong purpose, then hard work isn't an option. It's a necessity.

Fear is not your enemy. It is a compass pointing you to the areas where you need to grow.

Thoughts are like seeds. If you want different results in life, you have to figure out which thoughts are capable of growing those results and which aren’t.

If someone offers you a gift, and you decline to accept it, the other person still owns that gift. The same is true of insults and verbal attacks.

Passion and purpose go hand in hand. When you discover your purpose, you will normally find it's something you're tremendously passionate about.

When you reach the point of becoming independent of external events, you’re truly free.

If you want to achieve some really big and interesting goals, you have to learn to fall in love with hard work.

Planning allows you to mentally create a model of your future.

Marika was a book nerd and had a TBR pile taller than her. She was a sucker for YA

When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns behind you

The idea of waste only comes into our Christianity when we underestimate the worth of our Lord.

Trust in God and do something.

I liked the theater. I liked the people. I liked the time that we worked.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve

I remember my friends and I looking forward to puberty because it seemed exciting at first.

There must be a technique for meeting pain. There must be a technique of endurance based on the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity, as Marcus Aurelius taught long ago.

I dont believe there is any character that one can play for that long and not bring a piece of you to it.

Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.