My boobs are fake, my hair's fake but what is real is my voice and my heart. — Dolly Parton Copy Share Image
Resentments lodge inside you, causing you to lose touch with your inherent worth, your joy, and - more important - your God-loving… — Debbie Ford Copy Share Image
“That's what I didn't understand about her before: she wasn't boring. She was just bored.” — Gemma Burgess Copy Share Image
Don't just reach for the stars. Grab a hold of one, grasp it tightly, and pull it into your heart and soul. — Robert Cheeke Copy Share Image
When the heart submits, then Jesus reigns. When Jesus reigns, there is rest. — Hudson Taylor Copy Share Image
The heart of the gospel is redemption, and the essence of redemption is the substitutionary sacrifice of Christ. — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Everybody works the same, everybody has a brain, a heart, a liver, and I've learned many ways how to take those punches. — Jared Cannonier Copy Share Image
My knees start to shake when you're in sight, my mind is filled with wonder, my heart with fright. When will this… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
God did not create the strife between races, nor did He intend for it to be that way. Strife between races and… — Billy Graham Copy Share Image
It is that dream we carry that something miraculous will happen that it must happen - that time will open that the… — Olav H. Hauge Copy Share Image
Even though people may be well known they still hold in their hearts the emotions of a simple person for the moments… — Jackie Kennedy Copy Share Image
“but still, from family attachment and habit, and thorough excellence of mind, he had loved her, and watched over her from a… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“He knew her. He knew her, this man she’d married, this man she’d committed herself to walking through this life with. He… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
I add my personal witness: Our missionaries are not salesmen with wares to peddle; rather, they are servants of the Most High… — Thomas S. Monson Copy Share Image
O tell me, friends, while yet we part, And heart can yet be heard of heart, O tell me then, for what… — Arthur Hugh Clough Copy Share Image
