Andrew Peterson Quotes

Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another's feet.

The gospel gives me hope, and hope is not a language the dark voices understand.

I want to use my gifts to tell the truth, and to tell it as beautifully as I can.

A thing resounds when it rings true, Ringing all the bells inside of you, Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve, And you cannot say why... There must be more

So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move.

Well "I do" are the two most famous last words. The beginning of the end. But to lose your life for another I've heard is a good place to begin.

Hey, angel, your horns are sticking up.

Blood was shed that you three might breathe the good air of life, and if that means you have to miss out on a Zibzy game, then so be it. Part of being a man is putting others' needs before your own.

Winter is where hope lies happy.

She poured her heart into the song and filled it with everything she felt

Gnag bends things for breaking, and the Maker makes a flourish! Evil digs a pit, and the Maker makes a well! That is his way.

When you run out of hope, everything is backwards. Your heart wants the opposite of what it needs.

Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.