“People have said ‘don’t cry’ to other people for years and years, and all it has ever meant is ‘I’m too uncomfortable when you show feelings.”

All I know to do is to light the candle that has been given to me.

Try your best to make goodness attractive. That’s one of the toughest assignments you’ll ever be given.

The child is in me still and sometimes not so still.

Imagine what our real neighborhoods would be like if each of us offered, just one kind word to another person.

When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary.

Successful people just love what they’re doing, and they love it in front of others.

The kingdom of God is for the broken hearted.

Little by little we human beings are confronted with situations that give us more and more clues that we are not perfect.

If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of.

The older I get, the more convinced I am that the space between people who are trying their best to understand each other is hallowed ground.

One of my wise teachers, Dr. Orr, told me, ‘There is only one thing evil cannot stand, and that is forgiveness.

Real strength has to do with helping others.

The world needs a sense of worth, and it will achieve it only by its people feeling that they are worthwhile.

Forgiveness is a strange thing. It can sometimes be easier to forgive our enemies than our friends. It can be hardest of all to forgive people we love.

Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of people.

Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable.

Most days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.

Weep, for the light is dead.

You take what you know, and you put it through your own prism. If I play characters that break down or cry, it’s Gary Oldman crying; it’s not the character crying.

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.

Now let the weeping cease; Let no one mourn again. These things are in the hands of God.

If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that’s a full day.

There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?

I didn’t realize I was crying until it was time to say the blinding words. ‘I do,’ I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper… When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious. ‘I do,’ he vowed.