Words matter. These are the best Ann Voskamp Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives.
When grief is deepest, words are fewest.
Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else’s, and you’ve just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.
A simplified Christmas isn’t about circumstances as much as it is about focus.
I think the fall in Eden was ultimately a failure to give thanks.
Romance isn’t measured by how viral your proposal goes. The Internet age may try to sell you something different, but don’t ever forget that viral is closely associated with sickness – so don’t ever make being viral your goal.
If I don’t have words, it’s a sign I’m not reading enough.
Measuring sticks try to rank some people as big and some people as small – but we aren’t sizes. We are souls. There are no better people or worse people – there are only God-made souls.
I write a chapter, then edit it and edit it and edit it and edit it. I don’t think we mine creativity from within. It’s bestowed from on high, from God.
The real romantics imagine greying and sagging and wrinkling as the deepening of something sacred.
Counting one thousand gifts, I discovered I could count on God.
In a storm of struggles, I have tried to control the elements, clasp the fist tight so as to protect self and happiness. But stress can be an addiction, and worry can be our lunge for control, and we forget the answer to this moment is always yes because of Christ.
Whatever I’m writing comes organically out of my life.
Adults are tempted to produce and perform Christmas for their kids and their families, and they arrive at Christmas Day weary and disillusioned.
Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But it’s even more than that – Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody – or your soul.
The brave who focus on all things good and all things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for it and discover joy even in the here and now, they are the change agents who bring fullest Light to all the world.
The real romantics are the boring ones – they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs.
