If I have not been both soothed by love and on the opposite extreme left devastated by it, I will never understand its power nor respect its majesty.

Have we ever thought to consider that the need to be loved grows because of its absence, but that love also grows because of its presence? And does this not speak to the power of love?

Authentic love is deciding to live on a one-way street where all the arrows point down the street and not a single one of them point back up to where I’m standing.

Once I finally understand the immensity of my own impoverishment, I am finally in a position to see the enormity of God’s majesty.

Love is a perpetual journey that is extraordinary because it will never find itself terminated by a destination.

Don't wait until it's too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care.