Quotes About Saint

Sin is not diminished, nor is God's ability to forgive it. The saint dwells in grace, not guilt. This is the tranquil soul.

A happy saint is one who is at the same time aware of the severity of sin and the immensity of grace. Sin is not diminished, nor is God's ability to forgive it. The saint dwells in grace, not guilt. This is the tranquil soul.

Every level of inheritance requires a disinheritance from the devil. Satan must be moved off before the saint can move in.

Un santo feliz es aquel que es consciente, al mismo tiempo, de la gravedad del pecado y de la inmensidad de la gracia. El pecado no se reduce, ni tampoco la capacidad de Dios para perdonarlo. El santo mora en la gracia, no en la culpa. Así se define un alma tranquila.

I recalled that a man named Judas had betrayed the nailed god. That never made any sense to me. The god had to be nailed to a cross if he was to become their savior, and then the Christians blame the man who made that death possible. I thought they should worship him as a saint, but instead they revile him as a betrayer.

Be mad enough, his father once said, and they will either lock you away or make you a saint.

Às vezes acho que é preciso ser extremamente imbecil para ser um santo.

The Holy Grail, the most precious of all Christ's bequests to man, lost these thousand years and more, and he could see it glowing in the sky like shining blood and about it, bright as the glittering crown of a saint, rays of dazzling shimmer filled the heaven. Thomas

St George!' the English shouted, but the saint must have been sleeping for he gave the attackers no help.

I heard only last week that they want to make Erkenwald into a saint. Priests come to my home beside the northern sea where they find an old man, and they tell me I am just a few paces from the fires of hell. I only need repent, they say, and I will go to heaven and live for evermore in the blessed company of the saints. And I would rather burn till time itself burns out.

A three-day-old baby is a saint?' Willibald flapped his hands. 'Miracles happen, lord,' he said, 'they really do. They say little Rumwold sang God's praises whenever he suckled.' 'I feel much the same when I get hild of a tit,' I said, 'so does that make me a saint?

There's no written life of him that I know of," Alfred said, "but we must surely compose one. He could be a saint for mothers." "Or for wheelbarrows, lord.

For the modern consciousness, the artist (replacing the saint) is the exemplary sufferer.

Some lives are exemplary, others not; and of exemplary lives, there are those which invite us to imitate them, and those which we regard from a distance with a mixture of revulsion, pity, and reverence. It is, roughly, the difference between the hero and the saint (if one may use the latter term in an aesthetic, rather than a religious sense).

Of course. The team on your carriage was beautiful. They are yours, aren't they?" He ignored her and walked ahead until his foot connected with soft mushy ground. "Shit," he muttered. "Exactly." He glared at her, thinking himself a saint for not going for her throat.

Who, the viscount?" Kate thought herself a saint for not shaking her sister senseless. "Yes, the viscount.

Is it experimental to have been influenced by the Bible? By Saint Augustine?

Adolf Hitler was a Jeanne d'Arc, a saint. He was a martyr.

It seldom happens that a man, though extolled as a saint, is really without blemish; or that another, though reviled as a devil, is really without humanity.

The hero is the one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by. The saint is the man who walks through the dark paths of the world, himself a light.

She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.

Once, for three hundred crowns, I became a saint for an instant: I bought up all the goldfinches, then released them from my hand. Oh, what a feeling when a terrified little bird flies from your palm to freedom!

What, exactly, are you doing?" "Dog-sitting." "Dog-sitting. Are all of your colleagues going out of town at the same time?" My mom was patient as a saint, but she said the word colleague as if it were coated with the oil drained off a can of tuna fish.

The bad boy image is something given to me by the media. I have been in relationships earlier, even for as long as three years. I am not saying I am a saint. I am like any other guy, I guess. Unfortunately, every time I even meet a person, it is reported as a link-up.