Elizabeth Prentiss Quotes
This is the testimony of all the good books, sermons, hymns, and memoirs I read--that God's ways are infinitely perfect; that we are to love Him for what He is and therefore equally as much when He afflicts as when He prospers us; that there is no real happiness but in doing and suffering His will; and that this life is but a scene of probation through which we pass to the real life above.
Elizabeth Prentiss
Quotes to Explore
Being body positive is really important to your overall happiness. It's hard to see someone with a 'perfect' body and be like, 'Why can't I be like her?' But that person was born to be who she is, and you're born to be who you are.
Sabrina Carpenter
The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.
Fanny Crosby
Whenever you hear a man speak of his love for his country, it is a sign that he expects to be paid for it.
H. L. Mencken
The hardest times to choose love are the very times when you can most grow spiritually. In fact, they are the only times you can grow spiritually!
Gary Zukav
I have a lot of connection to Pataudi. I have spent a lot of time there and I love the place very much, but at no point, do I consider myself a Nawab.
Saif Ali Khan
Truly, love is delightful and pleasant food, supplying, as it does, rest to the weary, strength to the weak, and joy to the sorrowful. It in fact renders the yoke of truth easy and its burden light.
Saint Bernard
I hate being wrong, but I love it when I'm set straight.
Harlan Ellison
Science is like a love affair with nature; an elusive, tantalising mistress. It has all the turbulence, twists and turns of romantic love, but that's part of the game.
Vilayanur S. Ramachandran
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe
Pain is love.
Ja Rule
I just love the culture of Melbourne.
Yvonne Strahovski
I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough.
Jean-Paul Sartre