Best 56 quotes of Karen Kingsbury on MyQuotes

As long as he was breathing, God's greatest task for him was not yet finished. His highest purpose in life was still unfulfilled. ... God still had plans for him.

A verse came to mind, one that has comforted Kari before. It was the shortest verse in the Bible: Jesus wept. If he cried over Jerusalem, if he cried over the death of Lazarus, surely he was crying now over the death of her dreams, the death of her marriage.

Because love was a light that wouldn't allow darkness to reign in his soul.

But the Beast was a good person...the Prince looked on the outside the way the Beast was on the inside. Sometimes people couldn't see the inside of the person unless they like the outside of a person. Because they hadn't learned to hear the music yet.

Christmas is ... a time to mark our progress through this earthly journey. Every December we can look back and marvel at the designs of God and realize how very little we are in control of the events that shaped the past year. Then, with hearts full, look to the celebration of that silent, holy night, and all its certainty. Because of Christmas, this we know: Christ was born for us. He is love, and the plans he has for us always surpass those of our own.

Forgiveness makes you feel better. As soon as you forgive, you're free.

Friends don't get jealous of each other or begrudge the other for finding success. They celebrate every victory together.

God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.

God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.

Her eyes held an endless kind of love for him.

I came to Christ in my early 20s.

I developed a deep sadness for celebrities, a pity that they often are caught in a plastic world that runs too hard and too fast, and that many times that world means destroyed relationships with everyone they know and love.

I'm probably the most loquacious author when it comes to my dedications. The reason is there is some symbolism there. I've been writing these books, bringing these stories to my readers who I love so much, and I have a greater love for my family.

I'm receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken.

I tell of hearts and souls and dances... Butterflies and second chances; Desperate ones and dreamers bound, Seeking life from barren ground, Who suffer on in earthly fate The bitter pain of agony hate, Might but they stop and here forgive Would break the bonds to breathe and live And find that God in goodness brings A chance for change, the hope of wings To rest in Him, and self to die And so become a butterfly.

It's never too late with truth. It stands outside time.

It's not how we fall that defines us as Christians. It's how we get up again.

I write about the trials and triumphs of contemporary life - and often the readers see themselves between the lines of the story.

I write about true-life type things.

Life changes, people come and go and seasons never last. Karen kingsbury # Leaving

Life is too short for half-hearted connections and meaningless run-throughs.

Love happens when people forgive.

Love well, laugh often and live well for Christ.

My characters are not plastic.

Never be passive. Victories happen when you take charge of a game. You can't win by playing not to lose".

New steps. That's what it amounted to. The two of them were learning the steps that would bring them together, a dance that would take them into forever. A dance that could be nothing less than God's plan for their lives.

People were never meant to be idols. We aren't supposed to be worshipped. Only God deserves that kind of praise.

Pray on all occasions." Unlocked page 38.

Reader loyalty will stay because I'm not changing.

Readers need to see themselves between the lines of the story.

Secular writers can tell a story about the physical, the emotional, and the intellectual parts of a character. But no matter how well they tell the story, they miss a facet that is innately part of all of us - the spiritual.

sunshine is just beyond the clouds" Carl Joesph Gunner

The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where once stood two women with a dozen years of memories and tears and conversation and laughter—where once stood two women closer than sisters—now stood two strangers.

The eagle had two natural enemies: storms and serpents. He embraced the storm, waiting on the rock for the right thermal current and then using that to carry him higher. While other birds were taking cover, the eagle was soaring. An eagle would never fight against the storms of life.

The more bad choices you make, the less bad your choices seem.

The next time that boy pursues you, he better do it like a dying man looking for water in a desert. When it's the right guy, you'll know, because he'll cherish you.

There were times when I was so sick of talking about the Bible.

The way of a fool seems right to him, but a wise man listens to advice.

This last year... I learned something about family. Like it's not about blood alone. It's being connected... it's growing up together and loving each other. It's believing in the same God and knowing you'd do anything for the person across from you at dinner.

We must remember how to love, remember what's important, and remember God's truth as it applies to our relationships.

You don't have love without sacrifice; you can't have sacrifice without love.

You need to get down among the people who are the dirtiest and dustiest, and the depravity, and you need to see Christ's light shining there.

And like that, the decades disappeared and the memory of that night came to life again. The way John had known it would. He didn't fight it, didn't work to stay in the here and now. If he was going to go back, then he wanted to relive it. All of it.

For a long while she only looked at him ... as if she didn't want to interrupt the beautiful moment with words.

He knew something he hadn't known before ... He not only missed her. He still loved her.

Her heart was talking now...

If you and someone you love have a difference of opinion on something, maybe its beset to let it stay that way. Respect each other's right to believe what you believe. Respect each other. Agree to disagree.

Maybe I'll open a bookstore," he smiled. "New and used books-- so everyone has a chance to see the world through the pages of a story.

The devastation of his actions, his meanness, felt like bags of rancid trash heaped around him.