“Have we ever thought to consider that God allows things in our lives to die so that in that death we might come to the precious realization of how little we’ve actually lived in the first place?”

“Kicking the can down the road implies that we’re accepted the galling reality that whatever it is that we’ve avoiding, it’s something that’s not going to go away; at least on its own.”

“To be alone with myself in the space of silence is horrifying, for I know with the utmost certainty that in that space I will hear the very things that I constantly use the clamor to drown out. And so the question becomes, how long can I keep up all the noise?”

“Avoidance is paying forward that which I would be much wiser to pay off.”

“If I look closely, my failures are less about my inadequacies and more about the fact that I channel my abilities into the wrong places.”

“The problem with wearing a facade is that sooner or later life shows up with a big pair of scissors.”

“Sure, things die. Yet hard on the heels of every death there comes a birth. And if the life around me is being perpetually refreshed in such a relentless manner, why would I think that the life within me can’t have the same experience.”

“What I would be quite wise to remember is that ‘pieces’ are not the end of what was, but the beginning of what is to be.”

“Too often our lives are soiled to desperation by endings that in reality are magnificently outnumbered by beginnings. And unless we become convinced that an ending is always the birthplace of a beginning that is on its way, we will live terribly soiled lives.”

“Minutes remain the same length whether they are held against the span of years or minutes themselves. Yet, when minutes are held against themselves, they seem so terribly brief. Therefore, we’d be wise to celebrate life before minutes are all that’s left.”

“Judging others shackles them to the cold iron of our limited notions.”