Hope is some extraordinary spiritual grace that God gives us to control our fears, not to oust them.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen - that stillness becomes a radiance.

Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Let us dream of tomorrow where we can truly love from the soul, and know love as the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation.

And now, this is the sweetest and most glorious day that ever my eyes did see.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us in joy we face the storm and defy it.

Someone's sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.