Quotes About Miracle

Babies are such a nice way to start people.

I woke up to singing and found myself singing too

That's perhaps the biggest miracle: People prayed and God honored their prayers. As

To be alive, to able to see, to walk...it's all a miracle. I have adapted the technique of living life from miracle to miracle.

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.

Life is a miracle; walking is a miracle; watching the sunset is a miracle; everything is a miracle, because existence is a miracle!

You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.

The miracle of your existence calls for celebration every day.

Dare to believe SOMETHING AMAZING is going to happen in your life. When you believe, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE.

I banked my life on a miracle.

The real miracle is a man who can walk with God every day ... When a person walks with God, he finds joy in the everyday things he does. Gradually his life begins to expand.

From my point of view, your life is already a miracle of chance waiting for you to shape its destiny.

To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

God has really blessed me. He could've allowed me to keep playing, but instead he saved my life.

For once in your life, here's your miracle, stand up and fight.

Suppose you ask God for a miracle and God says yes, very well. How do you live the rest of your life?

To live at all is miracle enough.

People say, 'My phone sucks.' No, it doesn't! The shittiest cellphone in the world is a miracle. Your life sucks. Around the phone.

Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.

It was funny what you could do in twenty-four hours. You could start the day in one place, married to a man you sometimes liked but most of the time didn't, and you could end the next day in another place, far away, a single woman chasing her dreams. I thought there was some kind of miracle in that.

Then there are no more planes, no more sounds of bombs. Our voices die down and the courtyard is quiet. It stays like that for a long time. Everyone is afraid to move in case a new wave of bombing starts up. "It is a miracle!" a woman cries. Then suddenly everyone is getting up from the ground, shaking off snow, embracing each other, cheering. "A miracle!" Mother agrees. There

you're a miracle. For that we have to celebrate.

The thing is this: Even if the husband leaves her in this awful craven way, she will still have to count it as a miracle, all of those happy years she spent with him. "It was a fucking miracle that I found him," she tells the philosopher.

To preserve a man alive in the midst of so many chances and hostilities, is as great a miracle as to create him.