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heaven world difficulty
This world cannot explain its own difficulties without the assistance of another. Charles Caleb Colton
heaven links golden
Hours are golden links--God's tokens reaching heaven. Charles Dickens
heaven suits burden
Heaven suits the back to the burden. Charles Dickens
heaven balance floating
Some of the craftiest scoundrels that ever walked this earth . . . will gravely jot down in diaries the events of every day, and keep a regular debtor and creditor account with heaven, which shall always show a floating balance in their own favour. Charles Dickens
heaven joy sorrow
The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth. Charles Spurgeon
heaven his-love earth
Let me revel in this one thought: before God made the heavens and the earth, He set His love upon me. Charles Spurgeon
heaven trying paper
One might better try to sail the Atlantic in a paper boat, than try to get to heaven on good works. Charles Spurgeon
heaven wish ifs
If you have no wish to bring others to heaven, you are not going there yourself. Charles Spurgeon
heaven mind rags
The world's proverb is, "God help the poor, for the rich can help themselves;" but to our mind, it is just the rich who have most need of Heaven's help. Dives in scarlet is worse off than Lazarus in rags, unless Divine love shall uphold him. Charles Spurgeon
joy missionary given
My only joys therefore are that when God has given me a work to do, I have not refused it. Charles Studd
joy world rewards
Does the world satisfy thee? Then thou hast thy reward & portion in this life; make much of it, for thou shalt know no other joy Charles Spurgeon
joy today christ
Our hope in Christ for the future is the mainspring and the mainstay of our joy down here today. Charles Spurgeon
joy world ends
Our joy ends where love of the world begins. Charles Spurgeon
joy suffering sorrow
Sorrow for sin should be the keenest sorrow; joy in the Lord should be the loftiest joy. Charles Spurgeon
joy sorrow sin
That conversion which is all joy and lacks sorrow for sin, is very questionable. Charles Spurgeon
joy grandfather kind
My grandfather was a provider. Work, any kind of work, was the joy of his life. So I grew up having a certain relationship to work. It was something that I always wanted. Al Pacino
joy gone delight
We may as well face it: the whole level of spirituality among us is low. We have measured ourselves by ourselves until the incentive to seek higher plateaus in the things of the Spirit is all but gone (We) have imitated the world, sought popular favor, manufactured delights to substitute for the joy of the Lord and produced a cheap and synthetic power to substitute for the power of the Holy Ghost. Aiden Wilson Tozer
joy challenges pure
Challenge your limitations for the pure joy of challenge. Chin-Ning Chu
sorrow sin repentance
Slight sorrow for sin is sufficient, provided it at the same time produces amendment. Charles Caleb Colton
sorrow abstinence remains
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly. Charles Dickens
sorrow may cry-the-beloved-country
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich. Alan Paton
sorrow comfort
Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort. William Shakespeare
sorrow storm comfort
Be of comfort, and your heavy sorrow Part equally among us; storms divided, Abate their force, and with less rage are guided. John Heywood
sorrow shadow forget
Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee! Charles Wolfe
sorrow age old-age
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow. Edith Wharton
sorrow mourn display
It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest. Edwin Hubbel Chapin
sorrow vision arms
There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms. Charlotte Bronte