Browsing Topic Best Crosses Quotes

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.

Traveling is one expression of the desire to cross boundaries.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.

The white man discovered the Cross by way of the Bible, but the black man discovered the Bible by way of the Cross.

The life of man is a struggle on earth. But without a cross, without a struggle, we get nowhere. The victory will be ours if we continue our efforts courageously, even when at times they appear futile.

Apart from the cross, there is no other ladder by which we may get to heaven.

Contribute to the world. Help people. Help one person. Help someone cross the street today. Help someone with directions unless you have a terrible sense of direction. Help someone who is trying to help you. Just help. Make an impact. Show someone you care. Say yes instead of no. Say something nice. Smile. Make eye contact. Hug. Kiss. Get naked.

I believe the hard heartest, most cross grained and most unloving Christians in all the world are those who have not had much trouble in their life. And those that are the most sympathizing, loving and Christlike are generally those who have the most affliction. The worse thing that can happen to any of us is to have a path made too smooth. One of the greatest blessings the Lord ever gave us was a cross.

You cannot cross the narrow bridge of art carrying all its tools in your hands. Some you must leave behind.

One if the hardest things in life to learn are which bridges to cross and which bridges to burn.

It is not enough to wear an ornamental cross as a pretty decoration.

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?

Through effort you will cross any raging flood, through energy you will pass any sorrow.

To repel one’s cross is to make it heavier.

The way of the cross is the way of suffering. Christians are called to die, not kill, in order to show the world how they are loved by Christ.

The wonder of marriage is woven into the wonder of the gospel of the cross of Christ, and the message of the cross is foolishness to the natural man, and so the meaning of marriage is foolishness to the natural man.

Must you continue to be your own cross? No matter which way God leads you, you change everything into bitterness by constantly brooding over everything. For the love of God, replace all this self-scrutiny with a pure and simple glance at God’s goodness.

Most of my recent plays were written in the railway train between Hatfield and Kings Cross. I write anywhere, on the top of omnibuses or wherever I may be; it is all the same to me.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

If you meet a cross-eyed personyou must plunge into the grass,alongside the chilly ants,fish through the green fingernailsand come up with the four-leaf clover.

At the foot of the cross, there are no racial barriers.

Certainly one cannot ban cross burning in the sanctity of his bedroom.

Turbulent childhood, adolescent daydreams in the drone of the bus’s motor, mornings, unspoiled girls, beaches, young muscles always at the peak of their effort, evening’s slight anxiety in a sixteen-year-old-heart, lust for life, fame, and ever the same sky through the years, unfailing in strength and light, itself insatiable, consuming one by one over a period of months the victims stretched out in the form of crosses on the beach at the deathlike hour of noon.

At the very center of our culture is a crucified man, a tortured man hanging on a cross of wood. You have an image of violence at the very center of our spiritual investigation.

And I’ll dance with you in Vienna, I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross.

Even the disciples of Jesus all fled from their master’s cross. Christians who do not have the feeling that they must flee the crucified Christ have probably not yet understood him in a sufficiently radical way.

God does not regret saving you. There is no sin which you commit which is beyond the cross of Christ.

God’s response to the belittlement of his name, from the beginning of time, has been the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on a Roman cross.

God is not in love with some future version of you. It’s not you tomorrow that He loves and delights in. It’s not you when you get your act together….If you believe that Christ’s love for you is a future love for you, then you dismiss the cross of Christ.

The cross of Christ is the response of God to men for belittling His name.

The knowledge of the cross brings a conflict of interest between God who has become man and man who wishes to become God.

In cross examination, as in fishing, nothing is more ungainly than a fisherman pulled into the water by his catch.

Mere nails, though pounded deep, were not enough to keep Jesus on the cross. But love was… and love prevailed.

When little old ladies recognize a guy who was Mr. Olympia, that’s saying something. That means I’ve been able to cross lines as far as marketability is concerned.

Inclusive economic institutions require secure property rights and economic opportunities not just for the elite but for a broad cross-section of society.