Frank Peretti quotes:

the depth of a person's character is not measured by his or her physical strength, but by the depth of his or her nobility.

God does not waste an ounce of our pain or a drop of our tears; suffering doesn't come our way for no reason, and He seems especially efficient at using what we endure to mold our character. If we are malleable, He takes our bumps and bruises and shapes them into something beautiful.

Practice doesn't make perfect. It makes better.

Don't worry about getting perfect, just keep getting better.

Staying alive is nice, but you can't do that forever. It's how you live the life you have while you have it.

Sin is the Monster we love to deny. It is crouching at the door and it wants you, but you must overcome it.

A little love and attention can go a long way...too bad more people don't realize that.

Killing one person makes you a murderer. Killing a million people makes you a king. Killing them all makes you God.

Comfort can be a dangerous thing. You stick around home all the time where it's safe and nothing ever changes, and before you know it, you get set in your ways and you quit learning, you quit changing, you don't grow anymore.

If Truth is taken away from us, then Right and Wrong are taken from us as well. If we don't know Right and Wrong, then we can't, we won't control ourselves, but will look to someone else to bring order through brute force and raw power. We will be controlled by a tyrant, and we will no longer be free...

You want proof there's a God? Look outside, watch a sunset.

The problem is, if you really want the Truth, then you have to have God along with it.

a truth our socetiy must not lose sight of and that is the sanctity of every human life and the dignity of every indvidual

The claws of Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat - the overcoat he'd received from his father.

These humans are only of flesh, of mud, and I suggest there is one force stronger than their zeal for God: their own self-righteousness! We will make them proud, pure in their own eyes, vindictive, unjust judges over each other, and stir up such a noise among them that the simplest prayer will not be uttered!

Spirit, who are you?' Andy demanded. Bobby remained silent, his entire body strained, his lips tightly together, his eyes bulging out. He was taking frantic, short breaths through his nose. His face was crimson. Spirit,' said Andy, 'I command you to tell us who you are in Jesus' name!' Don't you mention that name!' the spirit hissed and then cursed. I will mention that name again and again,' said Hank. You know that name has defeated you.

let's be honest: ignoring is acting, and nothing more - acting as though the words, or actions of your oppresors don't hurt. you hear the words, you feel the insults, and you bear the blows. you can act deaf and impervious to pain, but the stabs and the arrows pierce you anyway.