Its never too late to get down on your knees and pray.

Theres something really cool about knowing that your destiny is SO big that youre not meant to share it with anyone. At least not yet.

Scream silently in your prayer remember the pain of others.

One loses as one grows older something of the lightness of ones dreams one begins to take life up in both hands and to care more for the fruit than the flower and that is no great loss perhaps.

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist it is by the ideal that we live.

They say Alexander the Great slept with The Iliad beneath his pillow. Though I have never led an army I am a wanderer. During the waning moon I cradle Homers Odyssey as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

You came so that you could learn about your dreams said the old woman. And dreams are the language of God. When he speaks in our language I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in the language of the soul it is only you who can understand.

When our dreams were nothing more than pancake batter I was there for her making breakfast.

Prayer wasnt a familiar practice in my life. --Titus Ray Chapter 2

You he says before the door closes all the way. I often dream of you.