We must never forget to pray and to ask God to remember us when He is arranging things so that we too may feel safe and have no anxiety about what is going to happen.

Me han dicho a modo de crtica que vivo en la luna. Les he dicho a modo de crtica que viven en la Tierra.

When the world falls asleep authors weave the stories that are called dreams.. and when authors dare to jot down.. thats called making dreams come true.

The Christian should work as if all depended upon him and pray as if it all depended upon God.

Sometimes while gazing at the nights sky I imagine stars looking down making wishes on the brightest of us.

No one can believe how powerful prayer is and what it can effect except those who have learned it by experience. Whenever I have prayed earnestly I have been heard and have obtained more than I prayed for. God sometimes delays but He always comes.

On a shirt every button has its own button-hole. Fix a button elsewhere and your dressing goes crazy and nasty On earth everyone has hisher dreams. You have your own. Fix yourself there and your life will be fully fulfilled

Her eyes were of different colors the left as brown as autumn the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old or thereabouts her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God it seemed had withheld that possibility as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touchedby genius by madness by the Devil or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever. p.33

Of all Trees are the beginning of knowledge for they give us the food.

I carefully fold my dreams away into the vault in my head.