Elisabeth Elliot (December 21, 1926 – June 15, 2015) was a Christian author and speaker. Her first...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
By trying to grab fulfillment everywhere, we find it nowhere. Elisabeth Elliot
By trying to grab fulfillment everywhere, we find it nowhere.
Maturity starts with the willingness to give oneself. Elisabeth Elliot
Maturity starts with the willingness to give oneself.
I have one desire now - to live a life of reckless abandon for the Lord, putting all my energy and strength into it. Elisabeth Elliot
I have one desire now - to live a life of reckless abandon for the Lord, putting all my energy and strength into it.
The world is full of noise. Might we not set ourselves to learn silence, stillness solitude? Elisabeth Elliot
The world is full of noise. Might we not set ourselves to learn silence, stillness solitude?
Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you. Elisabeth Elliot
Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you.