Unless dreams are carried from the whimsy of imagination to demands of reality, they will die in the catacombs of ‘what could be.

I will either die at the hands of myself or live in the hands of God.

It is the aversion to fear that kills the greatest of dreams. And until the aversion to the death of our dreams outpaces the fears that kill them, what we could achieve will only be a dream.

I don’t know that dreams die. I think it’s more that they are never born.

Be absolutely assured that we will die long before our own deaths if we ever allow the fear of adulthood to kill the wonder of childhood.

Sometimes the very things that we’re expending our lives to sustain are the very things that are killing our ability to live. And against our blind and frequently raging protests, these are the very things that God let’s die so that we can live.

It is at the moment that we began to pray that the darkness begins to die.

To end my life having exhausted the whole of it in the pursuit of worldly things means that I will die holding no things. But to exhaust the whole of it in the pursuit of God means that I will die holding all things. And the difference between the two is everything.

I don’t know what’s worse; being afraid to live or being afraid to die. Yet, the thing about Christmas is that it eliminates both.