This garden is your life. Of course, there are the occasional weeds – but more than anything, this garden is filled with so much life!
I refuse to believe that the only reason we are here is to pay taxes and die.
The Good Gardener planted each of us here for a reason.
A garden is beautiful only when it is filled with people; they determine its beauty.
This is the miracle of all miracles – when life sacrifices itself to become something greater. When it awakens to its potential and rises in power. That is true magic.
Our joy in life is inexorably determined by the degree to which we love.
Our home is a belonging place.
Every man, woman, and child on this earth is a wandering pilgrim in his or her own way – each searching for a belonging place. That sense of belonging is found only as we care for one another.
You don’t lose yourself being selfless – you find yourself.
I have learned that I always feel happier and healthier when I offer genuine love to other people.
Fear is destructive and defeating, but faith is constructive and creative.
Life is not trying to entertain us, it’s trying to teach us.
Fear finds an excuse while faith finds a way.
We may not be able to control what happens to us, but we can always control how we react.
But in the midst of our greatest pains we can find comfort and encouragement in the fact that others with similar struggles have successfully gone before us.
If you’re feeling discouraged and defeated – don’t quit. Play on, hope on, and move forward. The music you play – even in the midst of incredible darkness – can and will turn the tide of your own battles.
Likewise, I know that if you continue to move forward – however slow your pace might seem – you will conquer your darkest canyons and your tallest mountains.
Oh, my child, can you not see? You must let go of yourself. For if a seed wishes to live, it must sacrifice itself and grow outward, not inward.
We always have a choice. Only you can decide what you become.
Only you can decide what you become.
That woman’s been riding the same broomstick for almost a hundred years.