Quotes About Resilience

Trouble is here. It is for a purpose. Use it for the purpose for which it was intended - to help you grow. Thank God for your troubles.

God has somehow placed into Christian's insides a special something, that extra inner reservoir of power that is more than a match for the stuff life throws at us.

If you've been full of error and defeat, be done with it. Say, "By God's grace, I'm done with it," and take charge of yourself like never before."

On tough days, you gotta have heart. Don't quit, whatever you do. Persevere.

Beneath our clothes, our reputations, our pretensions, beneath our religion or lack of it, we are all vulnerable both to the storm without and the storm within.

Without God, I don't see how folks cope.

Not every day can be an easy one, nor every day fully happy; but even a day of tough going and difficulty can be a good day.

When all else fails, and to stand firm seems impossible, stand on the wood of the Cross; it will float with you.

If within us we find nothing over us we succumb to what is around us.

Christianity is a religion for losers.

Hurting people is my business.

There are no circumstances in your life where God will not stand will not stand with you and help you, no matter what the trouble may be.

The greatest proof that the Bible is inspired is that it has stood so much bad preaching.

This day I ceased to plead. I was no longer capable of lamentation. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused.

An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.

Fear is strong, but faith is stronger yet.

A soft and sheltered Christianity, afraid to be lean and lone, unwilling to face the storms and brave the heights, will end up fat and foul in the cages of conformity.

Dear Pope, send me some hope or a rope.

Won't you look down upon me Jesus, you've got to help me make a stand. You just got to see me through another day.

Lord, please watch over all these lost children born to chase the hurricane.

Servants must be big people. Big enough to go on, remembering the right and forgetting the wrong.

Religion dies hard in the Irish.

Filling out the form: Race? Human. Religion? Paiute. Occupation? Criminal anarchy. Hobbies? Survival with honor.

[L]ife is more than just steering a course around pain.