We grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects.
We are only syllables of the perfect Word.
Sometimes it may seem to us that there is no purpose in our lives, that going day after day for years to this office or that school or factory is nothing else but waste and weariness. But it may be that God has sent us there because but for us, Christ would not be there. If our being there means that Christ is there, that alone makes it worthwhile.
Every ordinary thing in your life is a word of God's love: your home, your work, the clothes you wear, the air you breathe, the food you eat. . . . the flowers under your feet are the courtesy of God's heart flung down on You! All these things say one thing only: "See how I love you. "
The sense of the joy in anything is the sense of Christ.
We must carry Jesus in our hearts to wherever He wants to go, and there are many places to which He may never go unless we take Him to them. None of us knows when the loveliest hour of our life is striking. It may be when we take Christ for the first time to that grey office in the city where we work, to the wretched lodging of that poor man who is an outcast, to the nursery of that pampered child, to that battleship, airfield, or camp
I often think that the ideal of our perfection that we set up, and often go through torture to achieve, may not be God's idea of how He wants us to be at all. That may be something quite different that we never would have thought of, and what seems like a failure to us may really be something bringing us closer to His will for us.
Optimism generates hope. . . hope releases dreams. . . dreams set goals. . . enthusiasm follows
Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.
It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.
The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.