The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? 'What has this god of yours ever really done for you?' She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. 'Everything.

— Francine Rivers

These conquerors of the world are slaves to their passions, and someday their passions will bring them down.

— Francine Rivers

The sin we need to be concerned about is the sin in our own lives. It's the root of all human woe, the source of anguish.

— Francine Rivers

This generation seems to see children as a financial burden and responsibility to be avoided.

— Francine Rivers

... those selling abortion don't want them to have [the facts]," Virginia said heatedly. "Besides the Supreme Court doesn't agree with you. They judges seem to think we poor women would fall apart if we knew the facts, so they decided women don't have the right to know the full truth." She shook her head. "They've made it legal to withhold vital information, even when a woman requests it, for heaven's sake!

— Francine Rivers

Unless we have something worth dying for, Streets, we have nothing worth living for.

— Francine Rivers

We must seize every opportunity we can to speak the truth and proclaim peace. Especially now. There's so little time for many.

— Francine Rivers

We're Christians. We have to care what people think. The appearance of wrongdoing, remember? I'm not going to move in with you had had people think we're living in sin. What sort of witness would that be?

— Francine Rivers

Were you there?” She shook her head. “No. I was here in Main having child.”“Then why do you weep as though you had part in his crucifixion? You had no part in it.”“I’d like nothing better than to think I would have remained faithful. But if those closest to him—his disciples, his own brothers—turned away, who am I to think I’m better than they and would have done differently? No, Marcus. We all wanted what we wanted, and when the Lord fulfilled his purpose rather than ours, we struck out against him. Like you. In anger. Like you. In disappointment. Yet, it is God’s will that prevails.” He looked away. “I don’t understand any of this.”“I know you don’t. I see it in your face, Marcus. Youdon’t want to see. You’ve hardened your heart against him.” She started to walk again.“As should all who value their lives,” he said, thinking ofHadassah’s death.”It is God who has driven you here.” He gave a derisive laugh. “I came here of my own accord and for my own purposes.”“Did you?” Marcus’ face became stony. Deborah pressed on. “We were all created incomplete and will find no rest until we satisfy the deepest hunger and thirst within us. You’ve tried to satisfy it in your own way. I see that in your eyes, too, as I’ve seen it in Romany others. And yet, though you deny it with your last breath, your soul yearns for God, Marcus LucianusValerian.” Her words angered him. “Gods aside, Rome shows the world that life is what man makes of it.”“If that’s so, what are you making of yours?”“I own a fleet of ships, as well as emporiums and houses. I have wealth.” Yet, even as he told her, he knew it all meant nothing. His father had come to that realization just before he died. Vanity. It was all vanity. Meaningless. Empty. Old Deborah paused on the pathway. “Rome points the way to wealth and pleasure, power and knowledge. But Rome remains hungry. Just as you are hungry now. Search all you will for retribution or meaning to your life, but until you find God, you live in vain.

— Francine Rivers

What does the body matter if the soul is dead?

— Francine Rivers