Did not learned men, too, hold, till within the last twenty-five years, that a flying dragon was an impossible monster? And do we not now know that there are hundreds of them found fossil up and down the world? People call them Pterodactyles: but that is only because they are ashamed to call them flying dragons, after denying so long that flying dragons could exist.
That which is impossible is only so when one speaks of it to be so; you reap that which you speak to be so.
It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.
I never lose hope, For hope is the road travelled between impossible to possible.
Could it that the impossible is compelling because we have just enough God within us to know the impossible to be achievable, and just enough of ourselves within us to know that we have to rely on Him to do it?
She was like a Rubik's Cube in a blind man's hand - impossible to figure out. And yet I was the blind man determined to try.
When the odds are impossible -- do the impossible.
The utterly frightening thing about great things is that we don’t know where they’re taking us, we can’t control them, and we’ll never be able to return to what we left. And are those things not the things that make great things great?
That which is possible is only the seedbed for that which is impossible. And therefore, if we neglect to plant liberally we might live lives full of the possible, but we will never hold the harvest of the impossible.
God takes the impossible and makes it the inevitable.
I think that the stories that God has told and the things that He has done seem utterly implausible to us only because we lock Him into the tiny rubrics that the stories He has told and the things that He has done invite us outside of.
With God, the impossible is demoted to the rank of the possible.
Love has a healthy disregard for the impossible.
Impossible is a fact when it comes to people, but when it comes to God it’s nothing but bad fiction.
We assume the impossible to be just that…impossible. But when it comes to God, it’s impossible that anything is impossible. Therefore, if we understand this reality and if we dare to act it out in our lives, could it be that the word impossible is just an excuse?
The only explanation that I can come up with to explain the passion that I have to do what I cannot is the existence of a God who can.
Beating the impossible never starts when we reach for the stars. Rather, it starts when we fall to our knees.
Prayer is where I trade the rhetoric of men the for the promises of God. It is where I petition perfection instead of count on those who someone survived an election. It is to accept the incomprehensible invitation of God to have this weak voice of mine thunder down the halls of heaven and roll up to the throne of the God of all eternity so that as small as I am, I might have an audience with this “King of kings.” It is where my fatigue becomes a stage upon which God can unveil His strength in stunning fashion, and where my fear is obliterated by His courage. Prayer is where I rise above this tangled world and find myself enveloped by a world that I visit today, but will live in tomorrow. Prayer is utterly indispensable to this cringing existence, for unless I rise above it I will be consumed by the darkness of it. Prayer is this and does this and will always be this.
More times than not, the word “impossible” is more about my attitude and less about the reality of the situation.
He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it!