'What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...'

(~Antoine de Saint-Exupery)

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)

Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
(~Sarah Kay)

Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever. 

(~Lance Armstrong)