This house is deteriorating. My body is dying. We are subject to the same terrible decay. But worth is not measured in such terms. Once upon a time, God called His creation good. And no curse of sin unwound these words. Gnarled maple trees. Plaster walls. An ordinary woman's ordinary body. All good. To care for these is to say to death, "You are not the end."
(~Christie Purifoy, Roots & Sky)

"People are just as wonderful as sunsets if I can let them be... when I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner..." I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds." 

(~Carl Rogers)

Just feeling thankful today as I watch the lives of those around me unfold.

A blank canvas, she kept arguing, was a treasure waiting to happen.
(~Jeannette Walls, Half-broke Horses)