We are made in the image of God; we carry within us the desire for our true life of intimacy and adventure. To say we want less than that is to lie.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal.

Deep in his heart, every man longs for a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue.

The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.

Security is not found in the absence of danger, but in the presence of Jesus.

Faith looks back and draws courage; hope looks ahead, and keeps desire alive.

She is the crescendo, the final, astonishing work of God. Woman. In one last flourish creation comes to a finish with Eve. She is the Master's finishing touch.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

Caring for our own hearts isn't selfishness; it's how we begin to love.

A man's calling is written on his true heart, and he discovers it when he enters the frontier of his deep desires.

No matter what your origin or beliefs, rather adolescent or full grown. Thoughts are scribed in pencil but actions are carved in stone

The Brotherhood cannot be wiped out because it is not an organization in the ordinary sense. Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible.

What I need more in my culture and in my life right now is hope, and so I tend to write to that. I'll always end up bending more toward optimism.

Now we know that women can do what men can do..., but we don't know that men can do what women can do.

There's something grand and revolutionary still about [women] traveling alone. There are some parts of the world where you can't.

None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.

Van Gogh was impulsive.

Climb the ladder only if it takes you to somewhere high! Some ascents may descend you to low places!

I set another goal, a reasonable, manageable goal that I could realistically achieve if I worked hard enough. I approached everything step by step.

Those who hate to go to bed fear death; those who hate to get up fear life.