Grief and a change of location can often be more than the mind and body can handle.

Living, really living, wasn't about clinging to control but about giving it away.

The sweetness of his longing dives to a tender, bruised place in me.

Well, that's the problem with postulatin', Hannibal. Brings up trouble that ain't happened yet and likely won't ever. Why bother with it?

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

God wants us to bring our everyday needs to Him, even if they appear trivial. He doesn't demand that we approach Him only when we have raised ourselves to some kind of spiritual elevation above the everyday things of life. He comes to meet us where we are, and therein lies His greatness. When we come to Him with our "little things," we do Him great honor.

Holding on to anything is like holding on to your breath. You will suffocate. The only way to get anything in the physical universe is by letting go of it. Let go & it will be yours forever.

How much sadness there is in life. Still, it won't do to become depressed, one should turn to other things, and the right thing is work, but there are times when one can only find peace of mind in the realization: I, too, shall not be spared by unhappiness.

Be of good heart.

All the same, I'm sure that if one is brave then recovery comes from within, through complete acceptance of suffering and death, and through the surrender of one's will and love of self. But that's no good to me, I like to paint, to see people and things and everything that makes our life—artificial, if you like. Yes, real life would be something else, but I don't think I belong to that category of souls who are ready to live, and also ready to suffer, at any moment.

Christmas means Jesus came down and got involved in suffering. He hears your cries.

Out of every difficulty Omnipotence can bring us, only let us in childlike confidence cast our burden upon the Lord.