From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.

remember that death is the punctuation at the end of the sentence. It's up to us to decide what kind of punctuation it will be—a period or an exclamation point.

We always assume that there's tomorrow to make things right. Maybe that's why the Bible says to not procrastinate your day of repentance.

The things that are the most necessary, the most critical to us, are the things we take most for granted. Air. Water. Love. If you have someone to love, you are lucky. If they love you back, you're blessed. And if you waste the time you have to love them, you're a fool.

between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.' " She looked up.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

To make the best use of your life, you must never forget two truths: First, compared with eternity, life is extremely brief. Second, earth is only a temporary residence. You won't be here long, so don't get too attached.

When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you will never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.

Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it. You can make more money, but you can't make more time. When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you will never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.

Neither past nor future generations can serve God's purpose in this generation. Only we can.

But reading the Bible, you learn that it's not about trying to be something you're not—it's about learning to see the movement and motion and possibilities right in the midst of whatever world you find yourself in. We're not living in the first century or the ancient Near East—we're here, now. At this time. In this world.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?