It's not that I don't believe in miracles, but I never quite trust that they're real.
We live in an age of miracles.
I don't believe in miracles because it's been a long time since we've had any.
Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.
As my mind can conceive of more good, the barriers and blocks dissolve. My life becomes full of little miracles popping up out of the blue.
The foundation of our religion is a basis of fact - the fact of the birth, ministry, miracles, death, resurrection by the Evangelists as having actually occurred, within their own personal knowledge.
This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.
Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.
Once all struggle is grasped, miracles are possible.
Miracles come in moments. Be ready and willing.
Give yourself a gift of five minutes of contemplation in awe of everything you see around you. Go outside and turn your attention to the many miracles around you. This five-minute-a-day regimen of appreciation and gratitude will help you to focus your life in awe.
As always, work with your figure; draping, pleats, and proportion can work miracles when it comes to hiding flaws and enhancing assets.
That we must love one God only is a thing so evident that it does not require miracles to prove it.
Expectancy is the atmosphere for miracles.
Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.
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