When we’re in trouble, sometimes we stumble, often times we directly fall. Be chill. Remember? God is in control.

If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and when it comes, hold your head high, look it squarely in the eye and say, “I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.”

So keep your chin up and look up high. You’ll find your troubles will pass you by.

I never had a mother. I suppose a mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.

God often hides His blessing in trouble or trial, which makes it all the sweeter when it comes our way.

But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

The trouble is that there are too many Chinks. When you kill a Chink he splits in half and becomes two Chinks.

I have trouble with letting go. That’s my problem. Anybody that has extreme highs and extreme lows is bipolar to any psychologist and that’s not necessarily the truth.

If you knew the trouble we’ve had because Howl will keep falling in love like this! We’ve had lawsuits, and suitors with swords, and mothers with rolling pins, and fathers and uncles with cudgels. And aunts. Aunts are terrible. They go for you with hat pins. But the worst is when the girl herself finds out where Howl lives and turns up at the door, crying and miserable. Howl goes out through the back door and Calcifer and I have to deal with them all.

Sometimes we get caught up in our troubles and our problems, and we let life slip away, but life is precious, all of life, and one must try to take in as much of it as possible.

Shut it, you stupid Cat. You cause trouble for the rest of us just by standing there and breathing.

Old Sophie : I can’t do this! Why’d you make me come here if you were coming yourself?
Howl : Knowing you’d be there gave me

Neal: Well, I’ll tell you… as much trouble as I’ve had on this little journey, I’m sure one day I’m gonna look back and laugh.
Del: You think so?
Neal: Oh, I’m laughing already.

When trouble comes, focus on God’s ability to care for you.

He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.

I was in love again. I was in trouble.

“The Colonel and I will work that out. No need to get you into trouble — yet.”

“Oh. Okay. Um, I’m gonna go for a cigarette, then.”

I left. It wasn’t the first time Alaska had left me out of the loop, certainly, but after we’d been together so much over Thanksgiving, it seemed ridiculous to plan the prank with the Colonel but without me.

But this is the seventh time I’ve been caught smoking. I just don’t want — whatever. I don’t want to upset my dad.

I wondered: If someone punches me in the face, I’m supposed to insist that I ran into a door? It seemed a little stupid. How do you deal with bullies and assholes if you can’t get them in trouble?

Anyway, when you get in trouble, just don’t tell on anyone. I mean, I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve for only dental work and my father. But that doesn’t mean I would rat them out. Pretty much the only important thing is never never never never rat.

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.

You’re good at being perfect, we’re good at being troubled.

There is nothing – no circumstance, no trouble, no testing – that can ever touch me until, first of all, it has gone past God and past Christ right through to me. If it has come that far, it has come with a great purpose, which I may not understand at the moment. But as I refuse to become panicky, as I lift up my eyes to Him and accept it as coming from the throne of God for some great purpose of blessing to my own heart, no sorrow will ever disturb me, no circumstance will cause me to fret, for I shall rest in the joy of what my Lord is – that is the rest of victory!

Of course you’ll encounter trouble. But behold a God of power who can take any evil and turn it into a door of hope.

I want to live my life without troubling anyone. That’s why it’s best for me to keep my interactions with others to the bare minimum.

Why? Why do I always cause trouble for everyone around me? I cause problems for everyone! Why was I even put on this earth? Maybe…maybe someone like me isn’t meant to be in this world at all, but I don’t even have the guts to end it. That’s right. Even though I’m totally useless, I shamelessly take up space and oxygen on this planet! I can’t stand myself!

There’s a feeling you can’t understand unless you get hurt and cause trouble. There’s also a feeling you won’t get unless you hit rock bottom. You rebel against the ideals of life, but then everything goes bad, and for the first time, you find yourself yearning for those ideals. Pain would mean nothing without kindness. Darkness can’t stand out without the sun. Neither is something to scoff at. Both sides of the equation have meaning. So even if you stumble and make mistakes, it isn’t for nothing. If you think to yourself, “I won’t let this be for nothing!” it’ll turn into something that will help you grow.

Be happy I’m only shaming you, little girl. If you just want to strut your stuff, there are lots of other ways to do it. So stop trying to stir up trouble like this, before it gets out of hand. If it’s just a scolding that you need, then come see me any time.

Hey. If you’re looking for trouble, you’ve come to the right place buddy.

You’re awfully philosophical for a girl that just got busted.

You know, wearing that flag on that jacket, looking the way you do, you’re asking for trouble around here, friend.

Listen, Will, you sure picked one hell of a guy to mess around with. This came over the teletype a few minutes ago: John Rambo is a Vietnam vet. He’s a Green Beret, Congressional Medal of Honor. Guy’s a war hero!

It is a far, far better thing to have a firm anchor in nonsense than to put out on the troubled seas of thought.

“If you’re thinking of calling on that Mrs. Pentstemmon, you can save yourself the trouble. The old biddy’s dead.”
“Dead?” said Sophie. She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.

I drive a Jeep. An old Jeep, so nobody will say I am driving a BMW anymore. I couldn’t stand that BMW, ha ha ha! BWM makes pure trouble!

When I wear the pants + drives a Jeep = trouble.