All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined-those dead, those living, those generations yet to come-that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands.

The world is full of broken people. Splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can't mend fractured hearts, wounded hearts, wounded minds, torn spirits.

She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.

The brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.

Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text.

Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender.