Quote by James Dobson
Children are not casual guests in our home. They have been loaned

Children are not casual guests in our home. They have been loaned to us temporarily for the purpose of loving them and instilling a foundation of values on which their future lives will be built. – James Dobson

Other quotes by James Dobson

Im certain that most couples expect to find intimacy in marriage, but it somehow eludes them. – James Dobson

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Marriage
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One of the most important responsibilities in the Christian life is to care about others, smile at them, and be a friend to the friendless. – James Dobson

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smile
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Other Quotes from
Future
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We must not become the new puritans and reject our society. We must address and master the future together. It can be done if we restore the belief that we share a sense of national community, that we share a common national endeavor. It can be done. – Barbara Jordan

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Future

Life is a culmination of the past, an awareness of the present, an indication of a future beyond knowledge, the quality that gives a touch of divinity to matter. – Charles Lindbergh

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Future

Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity. – Lester Bangs

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Future

What appeals to me? There are things, points of view, uses of the language, habits of dress, ways of thought and believing that came to me from my grandparents and came to them from theirs. Things that are of good use in any situation, no matter what the future may hold. – Tommy Lee Jones

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Future

Random Quotes

To my mind the election was stolen by George Bush and we have been suffering ever since under this mans leadership. – Jessica Lange

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Leadership

I dont mind saying, you know, that I dont take a salary from the church, and God has blessed me with more money than I could imagine from my books. – Joel Osteen

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God

My love-lies-bleeding. – Thomas Campbell

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Broken Hearts

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow. – Edward Hoagland

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Solitude