I can promise you this: If you really, sincerely, genuinely want God back, He hasn't moved. He's still there, just like always, ready to bear-hug you again, just like in the old days.

— Craig Groeschel

I didn't know what kind of creature I was supposed to be until I woke on a hospital cot and was informed I had died. Nobody ever told me what I was. I figured I was broken. But it turns out that my scars were divine signs that I was granted a chance to begin again.

— Hannah Ashworth

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.

— Kamand Kojouri

I saw a guy faint at the W. M. Keck Observatory, he stepped out from the tour group and said to me "I'm feeling sick" and then his eyes rolled back, and his knees gave way! The group caught him on his way to the ground, and he got free emergency medical oxygen for half an hour before being evacuated off the summit by his tour group!!! His friends stated that he was considered the healthiest person in the group while he was gasping for breaths of life on the summit of Mauna Kea! Never saw him again.

— Steven Magee

Islam is going to rise, Once again.

— Waseem Latif

It must once again become common knowledge to our people that it is only the wealth that we create that we can share

— Sunday Adelaja

I’ve made her relive, over and over, the last few days,” I say softly, watching Ms. White’s body. “I’ve had to fill in the blanks with my own feelings and experiences. She’s spiraling around those last moments, those times when she went against me, and she’s feeling it from my side, the pain, the betrayal.” She thinks she’s awake. I’m doing to her just what she did to me. I’m making her feel what it was like to slowly go crazy, to question everything. To watch my mother die. To fight for my life against my best friend. To feel the man who loved me try to kill me. To know that the woman I trusted as much as my own mother betrayed me. That’s what I’m making her feel. I’ve turned her into me, and made her live the life she forced me to live. Over and over and over again.

— Beth Revis

I've made him a monster by overloving. Lord knows if hatred could make him human again.

— Munia Khan

Live to revel in just another twilight. Life may sink and disappear along with the sunset never to rise again

— Munia Khan

Master the art of selfloveand you will never have to seekvalidationever again.

— Anjum Choudhary