Solitude is the furnace in which transformation takes place.

I am only responsible for my own heart$$$ you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.

Live your life as an Exclamation rather than an Explanation.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

You can hide memories$$$ but you can't erase the history that produced them.

But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

Somewhere in his body — perhaps in the marrow of his bones — he would continue to feel her absence.

But still$$$ everything is for Jesus; so like that everything is beautiful$$$ even though it is difficult.

God gives us things to share$$$ God doesn't give us things to hold.

There are many people who can do big things$$$ but there are very few people who will do the small things.