Top 187 Quotes & Sayings by Richard Paul Evans - Page 2

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.

We are all in motion. Always. Those who are not climbing toward something are descending toward nothing.

. . . Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.

We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

Love is never convenient-and rarely painless

Commitment to a plan or thought carries with it a force that can influence the unconscious mind and bring about the desired effect. In other words, once we decide to have something, the mind unconsciously begins to create the reality necessary to bring to pass what we desire.

...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.

The strength of a friendship can be measured by the weight of the burden it's willing to share. (If you want to test this just ask someone to help you move.)

People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.

We can only lose what we have first claimed.

There are moments, it would seem, that were created in cosmic theater where we are given strange and fantastic tests. In these times, we do not show who we are to God, for surely He must already know, but rather to ourselves.

It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.

You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.

such fickle days of love when pain and ecstasy share the same hour

If you passed me walking home from school, you probably wouldn't even notice me. That's because I'm just a kid like you. I go to school like you. I get bullied like you. Unlike you, I live in Idaho. Don't ask me what state Idaho is in––news flash––Idaho IS a state. ~Michael Vey

Forgiveness is the key to the heart's shackles.

I love when I can reboot people when they are being mean to others.

Some people were born to work for others. Not in a mindless, servile-way--rather they simply work better in a set regimen of daily tasks and functions. Others were born of the entrepreneurial spirit and enjoy the demands of self-determination and the roll of the dice.

Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

We're all moons. Sometimes our dark sides overshadow our light.

The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.

Every life can be learned from, as either a flame of hope or a cautionary flare.

The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.

Psychologists tested the story of the Good Samaritan. What they learned gives us reason to pause. The greatest determinant of who stopped to help the stranger in need was not compassion, morality, or religious creed. It was those who had the time. Makes me wonder if I have time to do good.

There's no hurt so great that love can't heal it.

We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are supposed to look like, painted by the brush of out intentions. It's the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances.

The truest indication of gratitude is to return what you are grateful for.

The truest grace is not to forgive, but to have never found fault.

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]

Love never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time, while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

To forgive is to unlock the cage of another's folly to set ourselves free.

No,' he said, 'you only have to live long enough to inspire others to do great things.

The first step of a journey is always the longest.

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.

Nothing heals the soul like chocolate ... It's God's apology for broccoli.

But more than brave, you have love. And love is brave.

Old friends are memories personified.

Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.

When a man loses his vision of the future he dies.

People are like books, unknown until they are opened.

Everybody needs love. Everybody. Those who don't believe that frighten me a little.

We humans are born egocentric. The sky thunders and children believe that God is mad at them for something they've done - parents divorce and children believe it's their fault for not being good enough. Growing up means putting aside our egocentricity for truth. Still, some people cling to this childish mind-set. As painful as their self-flagellation may be, they'd rather believe their crises are their fault so they can believe they have control. In doing so they make fools and false gods of themselves.

That which we expect of life is indeed all that it ever can be.

Small kindnesses often, unintentionally, produce the biggest payoffs.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

I absolutely love playing the game 'Risk.

Only those who never step, never stumble.

There can be no joy without gratitude.

Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

Books are the most tolerant of friends.

When we hate someone we make them more powerfull than they are.

The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.

Magna est veritas, et praevalebit: truth is mighty, and will prevail

We all arrive on Earth with a round-trip ticket.

"You know, I've wondered if it's more painful to lose someone you love to death or to lose someone you love because she no longer loves you back." "I don't know," I said. "On the surface, it seems an easy question. It should be so much easier to lose someone who doesn't love you, because why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want you? But rejection's not an east road. A part of you always wonders what makes you so unlovable."

The thing is, the only real sign of life is growth. And growth requires pain. So to choose life is to accept pain.

There's no problem so big that whining won't make it worse.