She Is The Crescendo, The Final, Astonishing

A Wound That Goes Unacknowledged And Unwept Is A Wound That Cannot Heal.

Faith Looks Back And Draws Courage; Hope Looks Ahead, And Keeps Desire Alive.

God Endowed You With A Glory When He Created You, A Glory So Deep And Mythic That All Creation Pales In Comparison.

The True Story Of Every Person In This World Is Not The Story You See, The External Story. The True Story Of Each Person Is The Journey Of His Or Her Heart.

A Soldier Surrounded By Enemies, If He Is To Cut His Way Out, Needs To Combine A Strong Desire For Living With A Strange Carelessness About Dying. He Must Not Merely Cling To Life, For Then He Will Be A Coward, And Will Not Escape. He Must Not Merely Wait For Death, For Then He Will Be A Suicide, And Will Not Escape. He Must Seek His Life In A Spirit Of Furious Indifference To It; He Must Desire Life Like Water And Yet Drink Death Like Wine.