“Save your energy, protect your light, fuel your fire.”

In this mad world of ours we need a little wild love.

I carry you do deep inside my heart that with every heartbeat I hear an echo of your name.

Let them go, but keep yourself whole.

I want you to bury your sorrows in the depths of my embrace.

In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.

You can pick my flower but my roots will remain and I will keep blooming – there is no stopping me now.

She’s the kind of girl that makes you fall in love with life just by watching her live hers.

You’re not meant to be broken but you are meant to be rebuilt.

First you must build a home in yourself before you start inviting people in.

Start small but think big. You can come far on your journey by making little steps.

Don’t worry my dear, the sun will rise again and so will your heart from these dark places.

All I want is you and me wrapped in embrace for all eternity.

She is the storm and the rainbow that comes after.

Love is the only thing that can break us down as much as it can lift us up.

I am not the same person as I started, but then again that was always the point of it.

The fire in your bones, will fuel the light in your heart that will make flowers bloom from your soul.

My hope is to incite that feeling of inspiration in as many other people as possible. To receive and pass along that baton to anyone willing to carry it further.

In Spiritual formation we are aiming at a character and life that is so shaped that the deeds of Christ routinely and easily come from what is inside.

It is the only thing we can do. Each of us must turn inward and destroy in himself all that he thinks he ought to destroy in others. And remember that every atom of hate that we add to this world makes it sill more inhospitable

Of a young hermit, an old devil.

They feel they have to look after their image.

That I should die next week, I would still be able to sit at my desk all week and study with perfect equanimity, for I know now that life and death make a meaningful whole.

Put me in front of a crowd of science teachers or astronauts! The guileless aren’t our audience – it’s the critical thinkers we love.

Our relations with others are not external. They enter into our very identity. And that’s why people struggle with them so.