Where there is great love there are always miracles.
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this 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.
I have found in life that if you want a miracle you first need to do whatever it is you can do – if that’s to plant, then plant; if it is to read, then read; if it is to change, then change; if it is to study, then study; if it is to work, then work; whatever you have to do. And then you will be well on your way of doing the labor that works miracles.
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one.
There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.
Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.
You can hope for a miracle in your life, or you realize that your life is the miracle.
Miracles happen to those who believe in them.
The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.
Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them. In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
When we do the best we can, we never know what miracles await.
The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
All change is a miracle to contemplate, but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.
Sometimes I got my majors mixed up. A number of my fellow religious-studies students - muddled agnostics who didn't know which way was up, who were in the thrall of reason, that fool's gold for the bright - reminded me of the three-toed sloth; and the three-toed sloth, such a beautiful example of the miracle of life, reminded me of God.
Human life has the software and hardware to go the distance. All we need to do is know our nature and mimic nature's way. Do less and accomplish more; do nothing and accomplish everything is nature's secret to the miracle of life.
We were put here as witnesses to the miracle of life. We see the stars, and we want them. We are beholden to give back to the universe. If we make landfall on another star system, we become immortal.
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