Quotes About Saint

My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.

St. Galgano was a 12th-century saint who renounced his past as a knight to become a hermit. Lacking a cross to display, he created his own by miraculously burying his sword up to its hilt in a stone, à la King Arthur, but in reverse. After his death, a large Cistercian monastery complex grew. Today, all you'll see is the roofless, ruined abbey and, on a nearby hill, the Chapel of San Galgano with its fascinating dome and sword in the stone.

But above all, fight by your very holiness of life; fight by becoming the saint that God wants you to be; fight by encouraging a decent young man to become a priest; fight by doing a Holy Hour every day for the sanctification of the Church; fight by coming to Mass regularly; fight by evangelizing; fight by doing the corporal and spiritual works of mercy.

Anyway, the above must serve as my explanation and apology for treating Thomas More, a Christian Saint, as a hero of selfhood.

[Desire is] a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin [Saint Augustine], still going round as in a ring.

All that is necessary to be a saint is to want to be one. Don't you believe that God will make you what He created you to be, if you will consent to let Him do it? All you have to do is desire it.

But for the present I would lie there and know I didn't have to get up, and feel the holy emptiness and blessed fatigue of a saint after the dark night of the soul. For God and Nothing have a lot in common. You look either one of Them straight in the eye for a second and the immediate effect on the human constitution is the same.

You can take the girl out of St. Athanasius, etc. —Who was he, do you happen to know? Not Herr Bratwurst, Saint Whatchamacallit. —Athanasius. No idea. So yes, I'm reasonably certain she had an affair, although I don't think it was the kind that would put Antony and Cleopatra in the shade. But whatever

Patron Saint of Failures St Birgitta of Sweden.

Saint Joseph will empty the treasure of heaven for those who honor Mary, his wife!

Our heavenly Father has had only one saint to represent him on earth.

Saint Joseph has three treasures: Jesus, Mary, and you. Nothing consumes the heart of St. Joseph other than these three treasures. St. Joseph appeared to a shepherd...named Gaspard Ricard. The purer your heart, the purer your sacrifice. The greater your soul, the greater your suffering.

The saint, we are told, once lived a life of sin - nothing spectacular, of course, just the usual things.

Life holds only one tragedy, ultimately: not to have been a saint.

Giving God permission to make you a saint will ruin your life.

You don't become a saint until you lead a good life whether in Tibet or Italy or America.

The sinner does not need more grace than the saint, nor does the immature and undisciplined believer need more than the godly, zealous missionary. We all need the same amount of grace because the "currency" of our good works is debased and worthless before God.

the fish's eye looked as detached as the mirrors in a periscope or as a saint in a procession.

Here are five bullets for the boys on the boat. Here is one more for the saint.

Existentialism is about being a saint without God being your own hero, without all the sanction and support of religion or society.

Humility is the foundation of all the other virtues hence, in the soul in which this virtue does not exist there cannot be any other virtue except in mere appearance.

I thought you had to be humble to become a saint, but a priest told me it takes all kinds to make it to heaven.

Technically I'm pescatarian now as I love prawns. And I still have the odd fizzy drink after a game. I'm not a saint.

I think, in the grand epic, Jesus is the hero of our stories. And our stories, as they were, are subplots in a grand epic and our job is not to be the hero of any story. Our job is to be a saint in a story that he is telling.