Quotes by Lloyd Jones

“The men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try nothing and succeed”

“If you have tried to do something and failed, you are vastly better off than if you had tried to do nothing and succeeded.”

“The men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed.”

“Let there be a fresh breeze of new honesty, new idealism, new integrity. You have typewriters, presses and a huge audience. How about raising hell?”

“The man who tries to do something and fails is infinitely better than he who tries to do nothing and succeeds.”

“Its been going downhill instead of uphill, ... We think its the location. If we knew the answer, Id probably not be closing it. We tried everything we could.”

“Brockton is the mecca for bad drivers.”

“He used to get in some trouble at school. But since he started boxing four months ago, hes totally turned his life around.”

“He said, Coach, Ive trained too hard to lose. To have that type of attitude is amazing.”

“A whole series of tests will occur. The Fish and Wildlife Service is coordinating with the Department of Agriculture, with surveillance activities through the fall to collect samples from birds taken during banding to hunter- harvested birds. It will be a very comprehensive testing program.”

Now listen. Faith is like oxygen. It keeps you afloat at all times. Sometimes you need it. Sometimes you don’t. but when you do need it you better be practiced at having faith, otherwise it won’t work. That’s why the missionaries built all the churches. Before we got those churches we weren’t practicing enough. That’s what prayers are for—practice, children. Practice.

I had found a new friend. The surprising thing is where I’d found him – not up a tree or sulking in the shade, or splashing around in one of the hill streams, but in a book. No one had told us kids to look there for a friend. Or that you could slip inside the skin of another. Or travel to another place with marshes, and where, to our ears, the bad people spoke like pirates.

As we watched the soldiers and the Rambo disappear I remember feeling preternaturally calm. This is what deep, deep fear does to you. It turns you into a state of unfeeling.

Dreams are nervy things—all it takes is for one stern word to be spoken in their direction and they shrivel up and die.

A Prayer was like a tickle.Sooner or later God would have to look down to see what was tickling his bum.

For six days I didn’t get up except to make a cup of tea, or fry an egg, or lie in the skinny bath gazing at a cracked ceiling. The days punished me with their slowness, piling up the hours on me, spreading their joylessness about the room.A doctor would have said I was suffering from depression. Everything I have read since suggests this was the case. But when you are in the grip of something like that it doesn’t usefully announce itself. No. what happens is you sit in a dark, dark cave, and you wait. If you are lucky there is a pinprick of light, and if you are especially lucky that pinprick will grow larger and larger, until one day the cave appears to slip behind, and just like that you find yourself in daylight and free. This is how it happened for me.

I suppose it is possible to be all of these things. To sort of fall out of who you are into another, as well as to journey back to some essential sense of self. We only see what we see.He was whatever he needed to be, what we asked him to be. Perhaps there are lives like that—they pour into whatever space we have made ready for them to fill.

I could have run after him. I could have asked politely for some clarification. But I didn’t I knew what I preferred, and that was—I didn’t want to know. Rather, I wanted to believe.

Quiet had a roof and it had walls around it, and you could sit inside it. She had never thought of silence as a place.One of the friends, Tom Williams told her,the place is in your heart, Louise. Everything else is just clutter.

Under these circumstances, silence among such a large group of people is an uncomfortable thing to experience. Guilt spreads around even to those who have nothing to feel guilty about. Many held their breath. Or, as I heard later, many did what me and my mum did and closed their eyes. We closed our eyes in a bid to remove ourselves.