My brokenness is a better bridge for people than my pretend wholeness ever was.

Whether Jesus calms the storm or calms us in the storm, His love is the same, and His grace is enough.

You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with the best you have to give.

He defeated her by admitting her power; she could not have the gratification of enforcing it.

The adversary she found herself forced to fight was not worth matching or beating; it was not a superior ability which she would have found honor in challenging; it was ineptitude—a gray spread of cotton that 'seemed soft and shapeless, that could offer no resistance to anything or anybody, yet managed to be a barrier in her way.

He looked at the paper before him. He wondered why ineptitude should exist and have its say.

Feeling quiet and empty, he told himself that he would be all right tomorrow. He would forgive himself the weakness of this night, it was like the tears one is permitted at a funeral, and then one learns how to live with an open wound or with a crippled factory.

She did not listen to the voices of the men behind her. She did not know for how long the broken snatches of their struggle kept rolling past her—the sounds that nudged and prodded one another, trying to edge back and leave someone pushed forward — a struggle, not to assert one's own will, but to squeeze an assertion from some unwilling victim - a battle in which the decision was to be pronounced, not by the winner, but by the loser.

She caught herself thinking: She's functioning well in an emergency, I'll be all right with her—and realized that she was thinking of herself.

if you look hard enough you can always see reasons, but you'll go crazy if you think it's all punishment for your sins.

Heroes may be less than heroic, while the common man saves the day.

I hadn't thought before about how self-sufficiency could turn on you in old age or sickness.