I've been so fortunate in my life that my family has never been jealous of my success. They have shown true love and commitment to me by being supportive. They shared in it.

You leave home to seek your fortune and when you get it you go home and share it with your family.

One of the things that binds us as a family is a shared sense of humor.

I will always try to share my faith with any person who is willing to listen. When I feel a wall go up we can talk about something else... and I will pray for you.

If faith is your motivation share that.

Notwithstanding these setbacks the dream of a beautiful American orchestra goes on and I share Dr. King's faith that each year we move inexorably closer to a magnificent opening night.

Christians must share their faith in obedience to the Great Commission because we are only seeing the fruit of sin this side of death.

I love the fact that we as black people carry our faith with us. We share it and embrace it and love it and talk about it because we talk about everything else and why not that and that was the first impression that I had that really touched me.

My parents shared not only an improbable love they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name Barack or blessed believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success.

Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith but they are afflictions not sins. Like all afflictions they are if we can so take them our share in the passion of Christ.

Put your nose into the Bible everyday. It is your spiritual food. And then share it. Make a vow not to be a lukewarm Christian.

No failure in America whether of love or money is ever simple it is always a kind of betrayal of a mass of shadowy shared hopes.

I think everyone shares a fear of failure - that you're only as good as your most recent collection. That's definitely a fear but it's a fear that fuels me that makes me want to work harder that makes me take on more challenges.

Failure is a great teacher and I think when you make mistakes and you recover from them and you treat them as valuable learning experiences then you've got something to share.

I know from my own personal experience. I was bullied in middle school and high school and went through my fair share of hard times thereafter. Also one of my really good friends committed suicide when I was in high school.

Whenever something happens that makes me laugh or if I remember something in the middle of the night that I want to share I jot the experience down.

Though 'Fire and Rain' is very personal for other people it resonates as a sort of commonly held experience... And that's what happens with me. I write things for personal reasons and then in some cases it... can be a shared experience.

I always thought that one of the reasons why a painter likes especially to have other painters look at his or her work is the shared experience of having pushed paint around.

How much do you as a consumer value a positive experience with a brand or its customer service department? How willing are you to share that with your friends? How inclined are you to let that person know that you're interaction with them was positive?

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profoundly shared some experience with another.

Parents of recovered children and I've met hundreds all share the same experience of doubters and deniers telling us our child must have never even had autism or that the recovery was simply nature's course. We all know better and frankly we're too busy helping other parents to really care.

High school is such a shared experience in North American culture.

My own experience is use the tools that are out there. Use the digital world. But never lose sight of the need to reach out and talk to other people who don't share your view. Listen to them and see if you can find a way to compromise.

Looking back there is nothing wrong with that peace love and equality that the hippies espoused. In many ways we have regressed because they were into organic food back to nature make love not war be good to all men share and share alike - which is what many are talking about now.