Quotes from Richard Paul Evans

and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It's a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just one step of faith after another.

There's no hurt so great that love can't heal it.

Often what we see clearest in others is what we most avoid seeing in ourselves.

It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104

Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights. And we are born to reach great heights

Procrastination is the thief of dreams

Those with the softest hearts build the hardest shells.

Our culture's quest to hide death behind a facade of denial has made fools and pretended immortals of us all. Perhaps it would be more helpful and liberating to begin each day by repeating the words of Crazy Horse, "Today is a good day to die.

Snow is falling outside and all is peaceful and still. In such moments it is possible to believe that the world could still be good.

There are two kinds of people. Those who climb mountains and those who sit in the shadow of the mountains and critique the climbers.

Believe. Believe in your destiny and the star from which it shines. Believe you have been sent from God as an arrow shot from His own bow. It is the single universal trait that the great of this earth have all shared, while the shadows are fraught with ghosts who roam the winds with mournful wails of regret on their lips. Believe as if your life depended on it... for indeed it does.

As one who would rather light a candle than curse the darkness.

Where is the best place to hide a penny? It is in a jar of pennies.

The first gift of Christmas was love. A parent's love. Pure as the first snows of Christmas. For God so loved His children that He sent His son, that someday we might return to Him.

Never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes. That way he can't do anything to you because you're a mile away and you've got his shoes.

Home is where they don't want to kill you," Jack said.

I believe it's after the honeymoon ends that true love begins. It's in the hard times that the greater virtues of love reveal themselves, like tolerance and patience and kindness.

We can deny reality, but we can't deny the consequences of denying reality.

I don't know what is behind the curtain; only that I need to find out.

I once read that the secret to happiness is having something to do, something to look forward to, and someone to love.

Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.

Everyone has suffered more than you know.

It's been said that parents should give their children roots and wings. That was a perfect description of my parents. Even in a wheelchair, my father was a dreamer with his head in the clouds and my mother was the roots with both feet planted firmly on terra quaking firma.