Charles Stanley Quotes

Hope is generally a wrong guide, though it is good company along the way.

Sometimes you think things are going to be forever, and then... of course, they're not.

Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.

Hope is a pleasant acquaintance, but an unsafe friend.

This world's a bubble.

Despite all the achievements of civilisation, the human being is still one of the most vulnerable creatures on earth.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

Without continuity, men would become like flies in summer.

...our best built certainties are but sand-houses and subject to damage from any wind of doubt that blows.

People have built me up to be untouchable, unbeatable, invincible, and I'm not that. I am a man, and I am a winner, but that can change in a second.

I do have in the back of my head that you never know how long it lasts.

Trust in God alone, and lean not on the needs of human help. Be not surprised when friends fail you; it is a failing world. Never reckon upon immutability in man: inconstancy you may reckon upon without fear of disappointment.

Nothing is written stone, child. Even if it were, the stones can be shattered

This, too, will pass.

There is absolutely nothing that can be taken for granted in this world.

Success, like fashion, is a fickle companion and can leave one in the wink of an eye.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

Even money, which shines so much, spits sometimes.

Me being an actor was an accident, and not something I wanted to do, because I knew what happened eventually. Yeah, maybe you'd get famous, but then you wouldn't be famous anymore. Then you'd have to scramble to get back to where you were, and chances are, you wouldn't.

Every plan is a house of cards.

Life now insists that we encounter groundlessness. Systems and ideas that seemed reliable and solid dissolve at an increasing rate. People who asked for our trust betray or abandon us. Strategies that worked suddenly don't. Groundlessness is a frightening place, at least at first, but as the old culture turns to mush, we would feel stronger if we stopped searching for ground, if we sought only to locate ourselves in the present and do our work from here.

Trust not one night's ice.

The road to someday leads to a town of nowhere.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it