If there were no Love, there'd be no grief.

Imagine Jesus today: He is leaning over, bending down close to someone who is hurt. He's listening. His eyes fill with tears as He hears that person's troubles. Then His hand gently brushes away a tear. He was hurt once too. He understands.

Jesus wept" (John 11:35).

Why did he endure all these feelings? Because he knew you would feel them too.

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

The human heart...tells us that we are more alike than we are unalike.

Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears.

People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel. ~ From intro to movie: Spinning Into Butter

To be allowed, no, invited into the private lives of strangers, and to share their joys and fears, was a chance to exchange the Southern bitter wormwood for a cup of mead with Beowulf or a hot cup of tea and milk with Oliver Twist.

Tragedy, no matter how sad, becomes boring to those not caught in its addictive caress.

Glasses clinked and voices rubbed each other.

Each of us has lived through some devastation, some loneliness, some weather superstorm or spiritual superstorm. When we look at each other we must say, I understand. I understand how you feel because I have been there myself. We must support each other because each of us is more alike than we are unalike.