Quotes About Saint

God's decree is the very pillar and basis on which the saint's perseverance depends. That decree ties the knot of adoption so fast, that neither sin, death, nor hell, can break it asunder.

A saint realizes that it is God who engineers his circumstances; consequently there are no complaints, only unrestrained surrender to Jesus.

Whether my days are cooled with calm or filled with fever's ardent taint, I have the same blue sky as God, I have the same God as the saint.

Can one be a saint if God does not exist? That is the only concrete problem I know of today.

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.

The one true mark of a saint of God is the inner creativity that flows from being totally surrendered to Jesus Christ.

The saint is hilarious when he is crushed with difficulties because the thing is so ludicrously impossible to anyone but God.

A saint is never consciously a saint- a saint is consciously dependent on God.

The world loves the Saint, and Christ loves the sinner.

I would rather be a conscious wrongdoer than a mindless saint.

An evil man is a saint of the future. See good in everything. Destroy the evil-finding quality. Develop the good-finding quality. Rise above good and evil.

A saint is someone who has been very selfless and, over a period of lifetimes, generated a tremendous amount of good karma, which has caused them to enter into very lovely states of mind.

A saint is one who makes goodness attractive. Surely, a great teacher does the same thing for education.

Nixon was no more a saint than he was a great president.

Whenever I have a problem, I ask the Saint (Thérèse of Lisieux) not to solve it, but to take it into her hands and to help me accept it and I almost always receive a white rose as a sign.

A saint abroad, and a devil at home.

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

Truly, hope is the saint's covering, wherein he wraps himself, when he lays his body down to sleep in the grave: "My flesh," saith David, "shall rest in hope."

Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.

The humorist has a good eye for the humbug; he does not always recognize the saint.

Every sin that is left without repentance is a sin unto death, for which if even a saint shall pray, he shall not be heard.

Is there any saint without a sin?

Every saint has a past, the sixteenth-century poet had said, and every sinner has a future.

he is like a soldier or a saint: blank-faced, and given wholly to an obedience he does not need to understand.