Quotes About Trust

In walking with God, a man will go just as far as he believes, and no further.

Si los hombres creyesen más en las promesas, nunca le tendrían miedo a lo que tienen que enfrentar.

Our God is a God of order, and a God who works by means, and we have no right to expect His cause to be kept up by constant miraculous interpositions, while His servants stand idle.

Uma vez que sejamos levados a perceber o pecado como muito mais vil, e a compreender que ele está muito mais apegado a nós do que supúnhamos, seremos igualmente levados a confiar, a crer e a nos aproximar mais de Jesus.

The bank-note without a signature at the bottom is nothing but a worthless piece of paper. A few strokes of a pen confer on it all its value. The prayer of a poor child of Adam is a feeble thing in itself, but once endorsed by the hand of the Lord Jesus it availeth much.

Fear puts an end to openness; fear leads to secrecy; fear sows the seed of much hypocrisy and leads to many lies.

All of this is one of God's merciful arrangements. He gives your children a mind that will receive impressions like moldable moist clay. He gives them a disposition at the beginning of life to believe what you tell them, to take for granted what you advise them, and to trust your word rather than a stranger's. In short, He gives you a golden opportunity of doing them good. See that the opportunity is not neglected and thrown away. Once it slips away, it is gone forever.

Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, flee to thee for dress; Helpless, look to thee for grace.

Feliz es aquel creyente que lo comprende y, mientras se regocija en Cristo Jesús, no confía para nada en la carne y, por lo tanto, dice: "Gracias a Dios que nos da la victoria" (1 Co. 15:57); nunca se olvida de estar en guardia y orando para no caer en tentación!

A believer may as soon expect to feel the sun's rays on a dark and cloudy day as to feel strong consolation in Christ while he does not follow Him fully.

I can find that nobody will be saved by his prayers, but I cannot find that without prayer anybody will be saved.

The security that we show sometimes, is not so certain of its presence

I think Dr. Leslie's in love with me. I certainly hope so. Not that I want him to suffer. But I figure that if my gynecologist's in love with me, I must have a very interesting mind.

Vulnerability, not music, is the food of love.

Listen carefully. I'd crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.

There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.

Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy? Roarke: You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back. Eve: You're not going to hell. Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that? Eve: You married a cop...you married me. I'm your goddamn salvation.

You--Roarke." Eyes watering, she reached for more tissue. "Jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, you never sleep with anybody. And you're telling me you slept with Roarke?" "That's not precisely accurate. We didn't sleep.

Roarke: "Darling, before we shift into the official mode, what do you have on under that dress?" Eve: "A device designed to drive men wild." Roarke: "It's working. I don't believe I've ever seen your butt move quite that way." Eve: "It's a cop's butt now, ace, so watch it." Roarke: "I am." He smiled, gave it a nice solid smack. "Believe me.

Most country people had a deep-rooted disinclination to sleep away from home and a belief that, like as not, to sojourn amongst strangers was to fall among thieves. It was the way they always had lived and, like their forefathers, they travelled no further than a horse or their own legs could carry them there and back in a day.

if your man sleeps with men, there is nothing sexually you can do that will make him stop.