There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Miracles come in moments. Be ready and willing.
This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.
The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
The true miracle lies in our eagerness to allow, appreciate, and honor the uniqueness and freedom of each sentient being to sing the song of their heart.
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.
