Elisabeth Elliot (December 21, 1926 – June 15, 2015) was a Christian author and speaker. Her first...
The world cries for men who are strong; strong in conviction, strong to lead, to stand, to suffer. Elisabeth Elliot
The world cries for men who are strong; strong in conviction, strong to lead, to stand, to suffer.
A quiet heart is content with what God gives. It is enough. All is grace. Elisabeth Elliot
A quiet heart is content with what God gives. It is enough. All is grace.
The secret is Christ in me, not me in a different set of circumstances. Elisabeth Elliot
The secret is Christ in me, not me in a different set of circumstances.
It is always possible to be thankful for what is given rather than to complain about what is not given. One or the other becomes a habit of life. Elisabeth Elliot
It is always possible to be thankful for what is given rather than to complain about what is not given. One or the other becomes a habit of life.
When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love Him. Elisabeth Elliot
When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love Him.
Maturity starts with the willingness to give oneself. Elisabeth Elliot
Maturity starts with the willingness to give oneself.
By trying to grab fulfillment everywhere, we find it nowhere. Elisabeth Elliot
By trying to grab fulfillment everywhere, we find it nowhere.
Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you. Elisabeth Elliot
Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you.
Of all things difficult to rule, none were more so than my will and affections. Elisabeth Elliot
Of all things difficult to rule, none were more so than my will and affections.
If your goal is purity of heart, be prepared to be thought very odd. Elisabeth Elliot
If your goal is purity of heart, be prepared to be thought very odd.
You are loved with an everlasting love. And underneath are the everlasting arms. Elisabeth Elliot
You are loved with an everlasting love. And underneath are the everlasting arms.
There is nothing worth living for, unless it is worth dying for. Elisabeth Elliot
There is nothing worth living for, unless it is worth dying for.