The Word frees us from smallness of mind (1 Kings 4:29) and from threatening confinements (Psalm 18:19).
Small men command the letter of the law. Great men serve its spirit. For the spirit of the law is justice... and justice is the spirit of God.
And fairy tales are make-believe. They are the stories we tell to small children to make them believe the world is a far better place than it really is.
Are you scared? he murmured, mouth only a hairbreadth away from hers. A small laugh escaped her. "Not as scared as I should be.
I would rather read a mediocre book than waste time sitting around with people making small talk.
Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious and self- righteous while you starve small children!
I clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.
...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...
What's that?" "The laundry basket?" "No, next to it." "I don't see anything next to it." "It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.
Your problems aren't too big -- perhaps your worship is too small.
Dream high, beyond the sky; no matter wings so small, keep vision bright; just dare to learn, for you are born to fly.
Life is like playing a guitar and meditation is like music. Small session of rehearsals daily won’t show much but would make you ROCK in the long run.
[Harper] once told a friend, "I think about strategy twenty-four hours a day," and it was only a small exaggeration.
A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.
Because we were a poor area, the school had a small budget and was unable to teach the second half of the alphabet.
Safe?” Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.
And afterward, in the small cabin, they'd do this, this tangle of bodies, this blurring of the edges that kept people distant and lonely.
From one small spark a bushfire grows. Sellers of misery are our foes. Merging ruthlessly tongues of flame. Point your finger at those to blame.
There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house
She kept hoping that something would happen to rescue her from her own small-scale, predictable dreams.
From an early age I was told that I was expected to do more than continue to run a small business. Education was important and seen as a way of moving forward.
