Richard Paul Evans Quotes - Page 6

Those willing to trade freedom for certainty are certain to find the cure worse than the ailment.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

We cannot enslave others without enslaving a part of ourselves.

Procrastinatio n is the thief of dreams

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288

I'm a humble guy, okay?

Mr. Vey, you cannot be stuffed into a locker without your consent." Dallstrom said, which may be the dumbest thing ever said in a school. "You should have resisted. That's like blaming someone who was struck by lightning for getting in the way.

Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.

The concept of spiritual healing was something I was raised with.

The greatest shackles we bear in thislife are those forged by our own fears

To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.

Humanity is always looking for the next great world, the next frontier. I wonder how different this world would be if we were content with where we were.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.

If God came to save the world, why are so many of His professed followers intent on damning it?

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

I've never understood why people said 'in your own words.' Who else's words would I use?

"Wait and see" is no easier now than it was as a child.

When I think of God I feel like an ant crawling into a computer.

Man has left footprints on the moon but still hasn't walked on the ocean floor.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

It was the first time that I had ever been romantically kissed. It was even better than the chocolate cake.

The universe is a trillion, trillion threads moving in seemingly unrelated directions. Yet when you look at them together, they create a remarkable tapestry.

We love those whom we serve (p. 26)