Quotes from Randall Wallace

Maybe the gift of any great person is the power to converse with our own hearts.

Every man dies, not every man really lives

I soared above the song birds And never heard them sing I lived my life in winter And then you brought the spring

It was now December 7, 1941; the date that Franklin D. Roosevelt was destined to declare would live in infamy.

Please don't take my wings...

We hope and dream; somewhere we find faith. Then doubt spreads through us as a dark liquid stream, fed not so much by the world outside us but through some source within our own souls. Faith and doubt appear in our lives like two visitors - coming uninvited and leaving at their whim. We feed them both, and when they leave us by ourselves we remember the voice of each and ask which one spoke our true hearts - when both did.

I'm not trying to be noble. I'm afraid. And the idea of having more love than I've ever had-- and knowing I might never have it again-- that scares me worse than anything.

The ghosts of my heart strolled in.

Rafe made people find something in themselves...(he) made me dream, he saw what I could hope to be, and helped me hope it. He did that to everyone he knew - especially the ones he knew the best." - Danny

War is a farmer's son from Kansas trying to kill a factory worker's son from Berlin, with neither of them knowing why.

There's just nothing stronger than the heart of a volunteer.

The dreams are not torture. They often begin with an elation unlike any I have experience in life. The anguish comes on as I feel this happiness receding, and I struggle to keep it, and lost it, and grieve. Whether I weep openly each time, I don't know. But then I didn't know before how much I might show to anyone who saw me when these dreams take me.

Somehow I felt better toward him, knowing that he had possessed some instinct to fight back. It was something I needed to believe - that all men possess, somewhere, the dignity to value their own lives. If only enough to scratch the arm of the one who throws you to the wolves.

Maybe the gift of any great person is the power to converse with our own hearts.

I soared above the song birds And never heard them sing I lived my life in winter And then you brought the spring

I believe that God is carrying us whether we know it or not and is always present. I love what C.S. Lewis said - "You don't have a soul, you are a soul. You have a body."

I'm not trying to be noble. I'm afraid. And the idea of having more love than I've ever had-- and knowing I might never have it again-- that scares me worse than anything.

War is a farmer's son from Kansas trying to kill a factory worker's son from Berlin, with neither of them knowing why.

Storytelling is the greatest activity of any culture. Storytelling is how you build a family, how you pass along identity.