It's been amazing how this crazy career has been created. I feel that it's been given to me. I wouldn't be anywhere without Victoria's Secret.
Love is larger than the walls which shut it in.
Worry is an old man with bended head, carrying a load of feathers which he thinks are lead.
Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do.
There are no 'ifs' in God's Kingdom. His timing is perfect. His will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in Your will! Don't let me go mad by poking about outside it.
Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by faith, that on the other side of the embroidery there is a crown.
There is no pit so deep, that God's love is not deeper still.
Touch is the first language we speak.
But I, for one, am not interested in a harmless truth or a harmless God. Give me a truth that works, and a God who makes me tremble.
Stem-cell research on embryos is an even worse excuse for the slaughter of life than abortion. No woman is even being spared an inconvenience this time. . . . It's just harvest and slaughter, harvest and slaughter, harvest and slaughter.
If you can figure out what their motivation is, then you're ahead of the game. I think that's why a lot of people who are in this industry don't have a lot of friends - but have a lot of acquaintances - because you never know what everyone's ulterior motives are.