Richard Paul Evans Quotes - Page 5

People are looking for inspiration, and my books are sometimes the vehicles of what people are looking for.

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

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

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

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

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

Small kindnesses often, unintentionally, produce the biggest payoffs.

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

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

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

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.

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.

Old friends are memories personified.

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.

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

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

The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.

Books are the most tolerant of friends.

I absolutely love playing the game 'Risk.

The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.

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

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.

People can become so blinded by their own perceived victimhood that they make victims of everyone around them.

I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.

The shackles of belief, when reinforced by fear, are difficult to break free from and rarely done.