Richard Paul Evans (born October 11, 1962) is an American author, best known for writing The Christmas Box and, more recently, the Michael Vey series.
I love when I can reboot people when they are being mean to others.
Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.
Those willing to trade freedom for certainty are certain to find the cure worse than the ailment.
There are far too many people for us to think about each of them during our short stay on earth—like the thousands of books in a library we haven’t time to read in an afternoon. But this is no excuse to cease browsing. For every now and then, we find that one book that reaches us deep inside and introduces us to ourselves. And, in someone else’s story, we come to understand our own.
To forgive is to unlock the cage of another's folly to set ourselves free.
Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.
We can only lose what we have first claimed.
Raising or caring for children requires sacrifice and service, which, I believe, heals us from the destructive forces of self-centeredness.
Commitment to a plan or thought carries with it a force that can influence the unconscious mind and bring about the desired effect. In other words, once we decide to have something, the mind unconsciously begins to create the reality necessary to bring to pass what we desire.
It is better to be loved by one person who knows your soul than millions who don't even know your phone number.
The shackles of belief, when reinforced by fear, are difficult to break free from and rarely done.
The depth of love is revealed in its departure.
We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside
. . . 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.
It is often during the worst of times that we see the best of humanity–awakening within the most ordinary of us that which is most sublime. I do not believe that it is circumstance that produces such greatness any more than it is the canvas that makes the artist. Adversity merely presents the surface on which we render our souls’ most exacting likeness. It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.
. . . Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.
We are chained to that which we do not forgive
I've wondered why the famous congregate with each other. Perhaps it's to assure each other that they really are as important as they think they are.
There's no hurt so great that love can't heal it.
It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.