The struggle to leave the cocoon is what strengthens the butterfly’s wings so she can fly. I am about to become something beautiful.
So be willing to wait. Only embrace a man who has a heart for God's purposes for his life and God's heart for you. Keep hope alive!
Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.
The degree of our spiritual strength will be in direct proportion to the time we spend in God's Word.
No book is really worth reading at the age of 10 which is not equally worth reading at the age of 50.
In those moments when we realize how much we cannot control, we can learn to let go.
Sometimes kindness is stepping aside, letting go of our need to be right & just being happy for someone.
Mindfulness is the agent of our freedom. Through mindfulness we arrive at faith we grow in wisdom & we attain equanimity.
With the practice of meditation we can develop this ability to more fully love ourselves and to more consistently love others.
Don’t ever discount the cry of your heart. God may be working in your heart to bring about his sovereign plan.
We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary. We must hold the blood- red heart and no be disappointed when others look away.
The very heart of being a sovereign nation is providing security of one's borders, of one's internal situation, and security against anyone attacking one's nation. That is the very heart of what I believe is sovereignty.
I try to open up my heart as much as I can and keep a real keen eye out that I don't get sentimental. I think we're all afraid to reveal our hearts. It's not at all in fashion.
Your theology won't always work toward your obedience, because your use of theology is dictated by the condition of your heart. If your heart is not submitting to the plan of God, you will actually use your theology to justify things that should not ...
I have made You the companion of my heart. But my body is available to those who desire its company, And my body is friendly toward its guest, But the Beloved of my heart is the guest of my soul.
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.
If our hearts are ready for anything, we will spontaneously reach out when others are hurting. Living in an ethical way can attune us to the pain and needs of others, but when our hearts are open and awake, we care instinctively.
You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart." - Adieu
You can't help it but you were born without a heart. At least you tried to believe what the people with hearts believed — so you were a good man just the same.
I pause in my movements and feel extremely sad, I am heading to Sara’s because I no longer have a home, because home is where the heart is and I am not sure where my heart is any more.
