The exhaustion of the climb evidences the fact that we’re climbing. Therefore, I don’t ever wish to be exhausted by being exhausted.

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

Bravery is to acknowledge that we are cowards who have committed ourselves to keeping our cowardice on a very short leash.

I wonder how often it’s less about getting out of where we’re at, and more about giving ourselves the illusion that we’re trying to get out of where we’re at. And in the scandalous action of trading the fear of what ‘could be’ for the pain of ‘what is,’ we have traded away the whole of our lives.

Tomorrow’s successes are evidence of yesterday’s dreams that have been wrestled alive by today’s sacrifices.

I want to live a life where prayer is the first thing that I do, the second thing, the third thing, and the last thing after the prayer has been answered.

Someone once said that we should ‘shoot for the moon’. I would whole-heartedly concur for this simple reason; once we get to the moon we are now in a position to ‘shoot for the stars’.

No, I don’t want to live a fairy-tale life fashioned of pixie-dust and enchanted forests. I would much rather forge a life out of the dust and grime of this soiled existence, for to fashion a life out of materials such as these is truly magic.

Bravery is not the absence of fear, for then I doubt that anyone would be truly brave. Rather, it is passion clothed in determination.