Will Quotes
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If you believe, you will. If you don't, you won't.
Eddie Harris
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An evidence that our will has been broken is that we begin to thank God for that which once seemed so bitter, knowing that his will is good and that, in His time and in His way, He is able to make the most bitter waters sweet.
Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth
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My will to live completely overcame my desire to win.
Alfred Hajos
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At the end of the day, filmmaking is a sheer act of creative will. You have to be prepared to stick with your art no matter what comes your way.
Nicholas Ozeki
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Love isn't actually a feeling at all – it's an illness, a certain condition of body and soul.... Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his will – just like cholera or a fever.
Ivan Turgenev
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God did not grant one and the same will, one and the same desire, one and the same motivation to each and every woman… He takes pleasure in creation’s variety
Arcangela Tarabotti
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Healing of the world's woes will not come through this or that social or political theory; not through violent changes in government, but in the still small voice that speaks to the conscience and the heart.
Arthur James Moore
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She was a vengeful goddess and her will was absolute.
Catherynne M. Valente
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War of attrition, war of wills. That's what the Stanley Cup playoffs are - more intense, more physical and more prolonged than the playoffs of any other sport.
George Vecsey
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Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will.
Elaine Davis
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If I could turn down the noise of my own will and choiceI could hear the truth of my life in a clear voice. I will bow down my head to the wisdom of my heart...
Carrie Newcomer
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It was all still there, an immense quilt of bold, fantastical human will: the faded tawny golds and grays of the descending rooftops and scorched chimney pots, the cold steel-blue river with its fabled Left and Right Banks, the towers and steeples and crooked cobblestone streets, bisected by wide, brutish boulevards. As seductive as a mirage, but every slab of stone, every silent or uproarious inch of it, real. She had not returned triumphant as a brilliant painter or a self-made woman whose only worry about money was how to spend it ... but she had come back to Paris anyway. It was hard to imagine being unhappy here.
Christine Sneed
