Backslidings Quotes & Sayings

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable. — Janet Evanovich

The deadly monotony of Christian country life where there are no beggars to feed, no drunkards to credit, which are among the moral duties of Christians in cities, leads as naturally to the outvent of what Methodists call "revivals" as did the backslidings of the people in those days. — Corra May Harris

You know, any sane magician would never reveal his method of deception. And I don't think that a sensible musician would either. — Van Dyke Parks

Never mind these failures, these little backslidings; hold the ideal a thousand times, and if you fail a thousand times, make the attempt once more. — Swami Vivekananda

So never mind these failures, these little backslidings. Hold the ideal a thousand times, and if you fail a thousand times, make the attempt once more ... There is infinite life before the soul. Take your time and you will achieve your end. — Swami Vivekananda

I'm myself, not a label. — John Brunner

What is the cause of most backslidings? I believe, as a general rule, one of the chief causes is neglect of private prayer. — J.C. Ryle

There is only one way to be revived and healed from our backslidings so that we may become fruitful even in old age. We must take a steady look at the glory of Christ in His special character, in His grace and work, as shown to us in the Scripture. — John Owen

Look, calling somebody in a wheelchair handicapable doesn't all of a sudden give them the power to climb stairs or the ability to grab Ho-Hos off the top shelf. — Glenn Beck

I bet it's easy for you," Celeste said, as she examined her fingers and toes.
"What? Flirting?" "Yes." "Depends. There's flirting," Julie said, jokingly pushing her chest out, "and then there's flirting." She tapped the side of her temple. "It's the second one that's hard because you're putting more of yourself out there. — Jessica Park

As for my damned literature, God knows what a business it is, grinding along without a scrap of inspiration or a note of style. But it has to be ground, and the mill grinds exceeding slowly though not particularly small ... The treadmill turns; and, with a kind of desperate cheerfulness, I mount the idle stair. — Robert Louis Stevenson

How sweet the remembrance that inexhaustible mercy is waiting to be gracious to us, to restore our backslidings, and make our broken bones rejoice! — Charles Haddon Spurgeon