Power without compassion is like a giant that blocks the sunlight.
Peculiar I say, how so often the smallest, most seemingly insignificant details later unveil their faces as vital means for progression.
The purest regret, no matter what, is thinking you didn’t love enough.
Be willing to give, but only when you aren’t expecting anything in return.
As for those who spite you, and seemingly just because, it’s only evident that they’re learning from you. Maybe you taste bad – kind of like medicine, kind of like truth – and to them, you’re thought unsafe. There is flattery in being chewed out and spit up. Humans have always had a hard time digesting foreign things.
Knowing the truth is so minuscule compared to having the nerve to say it... and even more to live it.
The first reaction is surely the most natural one, but not always the most correct one; thereupon, the invention of apologies.
As for the majority, it is not so much race as it is political affiliation that really divides it today. What was once an issue of physical difference is now one of intellectual difference. Men have yet to master disagreeing without flashing all their frustrations that come with it; the conservative will throw half-truths while the liberal will throw insults. Combine these and what do you get? A dishonest mockery of a country.
God wants us to humbly and sincerely ask him things. How often do you enjoy people talking about you without taking the time to get to know you?
There have been times I’ve felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.
With enough mental gymnastics, just about any fact can become misshapen in favor to one’s confirmation bias.
Rather than swallowing our pride and simply asking what we do not know, we choose to fill in the blanks ourselves and later become humbled. Wisdom was often, in its youth, proven foolish, and ones humiliated were meant to become wise.
Few endeavors, if any at all, I find to be inherently mature or inherently immature. Maturity is neither defined by one’s particular preferences nor by one’s particular activities; rather, it is defined by the strength of one’s character.
God hates sin not because he wants us to be good little boys and girls, but because he knows sin destroys that which he loves most: sinners.
Pride is pride not because it hates being wrong, but because it loves being wrong: To hate being wrong is to change your opinion when you are proven wrong; whereas pride, even when proven wrong, decides to go on being wrong.
Work was intended not to give a man a reason to live, but rather to give him a means to live.
If I were to believe in God enough to call him a murderer, then I might also believe enough that he, as a spirit, exists beyond death; and therefore only he could do it righteously. For the physical being kills a man and hatefully sends him away, whereas God, the spiritual being, kills a man and lovingly draws him nigh.
Christians sometimes make themselves into elephants afraid of mice. You have the Creator of the universe on your side; not to mention, you’ve been given eternal life. ‘Whom or what shall you fear?’ To be afraid of anything other than God himself is like an insult to God.
Perhaps a seemingly dull, boring person is not a person who lacks personality, but rather a person with so much personality most other things bore them.
To respect a mystery is to make way for the answer.