Tomorrow is an illusion suggesting that another chance always exists. It is a dangerously false illusion.

It’s too bad we’re not all teddy bears. More stuffing would only make us cuter and cuddlier.

Dress yourself in the silks of benevolence because kindness makes you beautiful.

You can’t argue with insanity. You can stare at it, gaping and incredulous, but arguing with it is futile.

Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?

Don’t simply exist in this world, but grasp life’s potential by the jacket. Dare it to be all it can. Make life historical—a gripping account of accomplishment. Make life a mystery—a challenging, bold adventure. Make...

I’m not asking you to walk in my shoes; I’d never wish my afflictions on anyone. But could you walk beside me on secure ground and reach to hold my hand?

No one stands at the beginning of a race and then finds himself at the end having never taken a step forward. And if that were to happen—the sweat and struggle avoided—what stories would he...

It isn’t always a change of scenery needed to make life better. Sometimes it simply requires opening your eyes.

You need tell me nothing; I already know your heart. Through your simplest choices you’ve given yourself away.

God invites while the devil pressures and shoves and bullies. Realize who holds the actual power before you react. You are greater than Satan; God is greater than all.

We hunger after the sweet nectar of happiness without understanding that it is harvested from the flowering field of good deeds.

I believe life is an education meant to teach us the need to be better people. And I believe this learning often takes place through trial and error which may mean being an awful person...

Prayer, faith, and vision, plus real effort too.Blend them together for one potent brew;The magical spell to your dreams coming true.

All I ever wanted from you was to know that I was wanted by you. That would have changed everything.

I believe in the uncommon, the unusual and unlikely, even the miraculous. I believe in nearly all things except impossibilities. That I can’t fathom. 

There are these amazing little seeds called compassion. You should grow some.

Choose to be good and kind and tolerant regardless of the situation or who’s involved, because life is more a matter of developing character than of dishing out just rewards.

The hours spent forming a written work can make one obsessive, distracted, compulsive, and neurotic even, especially when it comes to those rare, precious occasions of streaming pure inspiration. To have a muse moment interrupted...

Happiness is a simple game of lost and found: Lose the things you take for granted, and you will feel great happiness once they are found.

A session of boasting won’t attract any real friends. It will set you up on a pedestal, however, making you a clearer target.

Easter is…Joining in a birdsong,Eying an early sunrise,Smelling yellow daffodils,Unbolting windows and doors,Skipping through meadows,Cuddling newborns,Hoping, believing,Reviving spent life,Inhaling fresh air,Sprinkling seeds along furrows,Tracking in the mud.Easter is the soul’s first taste of spring.

From the beginning, man could look up at a vast universe dotted by innumerable stars to find every evidence that he was nothing. This evidence has only grown stronger as science and technology record an...

A writer writesregardless…even though…notwithstanding…despite…at any rate…anyhow…nevertheless…in the face of…undeterred by…heedless of…and because.The true writer simply continues to write.

A guilty conscience pushed me to try harder—which I did for what seemed like a tremendous amount of wasted time, staring bug-eyed at uncooperative pencils. What was missing? The answer seemed obvious—intense emotional incentive. But...

Life is a puzzle, a riddle, a test, a mystery, a game—whatever challenge you wish to compare it to. Just remember, you’re not the only participant; no one person holds all the answers, the pieces,...

I prefer to solve the world’s problems. They never seem as complicated as my own.

The sun, moon, and stars God gave to the world, but He embedded their glories in your countenance just for me. Woven in your hair are the sun’s shimmering golden rays. From your face glows...

It’s an unfortunate fact that I’m easily discouraged. But the fortunate truth is I’m stubborn as hell and near impossible to sway in my resolve.

People are more inclined to ask what’s wrong than what’s right. They note errors and faults, seeing weaknesses before strengths. So expect criticism; it’s the nature of the beast.

Twinkle tiny star.Oh, how great you truly are!God’s sign from afar.

Life is a walk through the forest. Don’t fear the trees; fear what lurks behind them.

Writers possess magic. It’s in their words. They compose phrases as powerful as incantations, creating illusions in the minds of readers. These spells make eyes envision things that aren’t real; they make hearts feel things...

If you truly wish to change what is without, you must first change what festers within.

Goals are my north star. My compass. The map that guides me along the road I wish to travel. Goals are motivations with wind in their sails—they carry me forward despite the storms.

I love you because you loved me first. Yet you love me, saying I loved you first. Funny, our love thrives believing the other person started it.

The trait I regard most highly in a man is kindness. Thoughtful, consistent kindness. All other qualities—whether charming, witty, handsome, enterprising, powerful, seductive, or ingenious—wither in comparison to a truly kind man.

I’m starting to think this world is just a place for us to learn that we need each other more than we want to admit.

Don’t lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time.

You’ll be hard-pressed to reach your goals if you don’t map out where you’re going. Take time to navigate your life.

A warm feeling fell over the boy. A mix of security and comfort, as if a blanket were wrapping its soft layers around his heart and nuzzling him snuggly. Gavin loved his mother, and he...

We wait for the rains to cease, the clouds to part, and the sun to shine before saying life is good. Ironically, it is because we endure the storms that life seems so wonderfully bright...

The sweetest melody that playsOn starry nights and wintry days,Most soothing to my listening earsAnd calming to beleaguering fears,I call a symphony on air―The song of sweet, still silence rare.

What’s in a name? The accumulation of reputations from all who’ve owned it before you.

It is human nature to try hardest to accomplish the very thing we are told is impossible. Why? Because innately we know that nothing’s impossible.

Personal problems appear big because we press our nose to the glass to observe them. This only serves to magnify our troubles. The problems of others we tend to view at a reasonable distance from...

They say to never look back.But sometimes I do. It’s gratifying to see how far I’ve come.

There is no such thing as constructive criticism. There is constructive advice, constructive guidance, constructive counsel, encouragement, suggestion, and instruction. Criticism, however, is not constructive but a destructive means of faultfinding that cripples all parties...

Take time to laugh, to talk, to hug, and to cry. These are the human relief valves.

Today You Soar”Like the grand eagle, you spread your wingsAnd put forth the effort to do great things.Looking skyward you dared to challenge the wind,Harnessing power to help you ascend.With an eye on the goal,...