Love never lives on a one-way street, for it will always come back up the road bigger than how we had sent it down the road.

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.

If sacrifice is not the theme of my life, there’s no sense telling the story.

If I am not touching a life, I am not touching life.

If I have attached anything to sacrifice other than loss, I have at some level assumed a pay-off. And if I’ve assumed a pay-off, I’m only assuming a sacrifice.

You can only get what is yours by giving the other person what is his.