To abandon the child ‘within’ means that the adult ‘without’ will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.

When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.

In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.

Authorship of anything apart from God is nothing more than a tragedy in the making.

Tragedy cleans the windows of the soul by washing away the bias of our lives in the detergent of pain.

If I have refused to risk, I have in the self-same decision refused to love. And if indeed I have refused to love, tragically I have refused to live. And when will I realize that that in and of itself is an unacceptable risk.