In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard for a long time, at a single glorious thing . . . until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy over and over again.

Barbara Kingsolver, Judaism for Two by Nancy Fuchs-Kreimer, Nancy H. Wiener