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

Love and trust, in the space between what’s said and what’s heard in our life, can make all the difference in the world.

Life is for service.

Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.

Love begins with listening.

The greatest gift you ever give is your honest self.

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.

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.

I’m a candle flame that sways in currents of air you can’t see. You need to be the one who steadies me to burn.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.

I asked a girl who came from America to England, when I was only English, and she admitted she had been to a drama school. And I said, “What did they teach you?” And she said, “They taught me to be a candle burning in an empty room.”

Youth must be wanton, youth must be quick, Dance to the candle while lasteth the wick.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.