Smooth seas don't produce skillful sailors.

Happiness is something that comes from our own hearts, not from other people.

Our trials are supposed to turn us toward God, but we whine and complain and wish someone would turn down the fire so we could have our old life back the way it was.

Don't be fooled by strength you can see," he said at last. "Yahweh often hides His power in the simple things, the weak things, and so His strength seems foolish in man's eyes.

Smooth seas don't produce skillful sailors.' It's the rought waters that train us to e His disciples. He uses the turbulent times I our lives to prepare us for His purposes-if we'll let Him.

So often I have felt alone in my journey, yet I've been afraid to let anyone see my fear and weakness.

No terrain is too bleak, no distance too far that it will stop God from rescuing His own.

Depression, I've learned, is sometimes caused by anger that we keep locked up inside.

Scriptures were just words on a page and my prayers failed to lift.

The land promised to Abraham and his descendants is once again theirs. God always keeps His promises. Even in times of cataclysmic upheaval and change, God's love and faithfulness are unchanging.

That's absurd," I said with a little laugh. "Nobody can read too much. That's like saying someone breathes too much.

Trading old broken mirrors that feed lies into our souls for new mirrors of freedom requires choices.

You deserve to be happy, Dylan." "So do you." "Good thing we've got each other then, " she answers, tucking herself into my shoulder, and wrapping her arm around my back.

Those guards are going to be all sorts of pissed when they find out they've been following a bunny rabbit.

A foreign ideology cannot be introduced into Chechnya - were it through an Arab or al-Qaeda. Our experience is rich and long enough for us to be Muslims and know what jihad is.

It's such a joy to work with different ensembles and create a collaboration. Rehearsing and building a performance is very interesting for me.

The moral of filmmaking in Britain is that you will be screwed by the weather.

Wikipedia flourished partly because it was a shrine to altruism.

Arthur Rimbaud was a disreputable, mean, ruthless, perverse, hateful wretch. He was also one of the greatest poets who ever lived.

Times go by turns, and chances change by course, from foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.