Quotes About Saints

The pale flowers of the dogwood outside this window are saints. The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God.

MANY poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves.

It is only when we have lost all love of our selves for our own sakes that our past sins cease to give us any cause for suffering or for the anguish of shame. For the saints, when they remember their sins, do not remember the sins but the mercy of God, and therefore even past evil is turned by them into a present cause of joy and serves to glorify God.

They found the countryside, this year, at peace by a scant few days. Already vines are beginning to grow back over dragon's teeth, fallen Stukas, burned tanks. The sun warms the hillsides, the rivers fall bright as wine. The saints have refrained. Nights have been mild. The frost didn't come. It is the spring of peace. The vintage, God granting at least a hundred days of sun, will be fine.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love." Sir Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805

So in the wicked there's no vice Of which the saints have not a spice.

He ne'er considered it as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth, And very wisely would lay forth No more upon it than 'twas worth; But as he got it freely, so He spent it frank and freely too: For saints themselves will sometimes be, Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.

They need to believe in something closer than God, because God often feels too distant." He was right: the saints offer us a ladder to reach Him more easily. "And they bring people together," I contributed. He nodded. "They do. Or at least belief in them does." "One and the same," I said, sounding much more certain than I felt.

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.

Ella cree en los santos. Yo creo en los accidentes. Pienso que básicamente creemos en la misma cosa.

Noten, también, el hecho de que aquellos a quienes los lectores sirvieron son llamados "santos". Aunque "santos" era un término aplicable a todos

los cristianos, también era un término semi técnico aplicable a los cristianos de Jerusalén. Eran los santos por excelencia.

Jhesu Crist, and seiynte Benedight,Blesse this hous from every wikked wight.

The Pope's entrance was stunning. Maybe the Catholics know about miracles, and maybe they know about saints, but they've never received enough credit for what they know about show business.

Satan's main objective is to frustrate the redemptive purposes of God, and at the end of the age the satanic power will become incarnate in a man of lawlessness who will endeavor by one last final effort to overthrow the work of God and to turn people to the worship of evil (2 Thess. 2:4-10). However, Satan's doom is sure; God will crush him under the feet of the saints (Rom. 16:20).

You rail on us all for not being saints. Yes, yes, yes. And when I stop that railing I shall be dead. It is the only thing I know and I shall cry it out again and again, like a tedious little bird with only one song.

There are secret saints with strange destinies.

You can't have geniuses and saints without having people far outside the norm, and I don't see how you can have such things on only one side of the norm. There is bound to be a certain symmetry.

La bondad desgasta mucho, te lo he advertido. Los malos se divierten más y llegan a viejos en mejores condiciones que los santos como tú.

Leanne lighted an oil lamp and they continued until the moment came to receive the baby. 'Erzulie, mother loa, help it be born,' Tete prayed aloud. 'Saint Raymond Nonatus, pay attention, do not let an African saint get ahead of you,' Leanne answered in the same tone, and they both burst out laughing.

Leanne lighted an oil lamp and they continued until the moment came to receive the baby. "Erzulie, mother loa, help it be born," Tété prayed aloud. "Saint Raymond Nonatus, pay attention, do not let an African saint get ahead of you," Leanne answered in the same tone, and they both burst out laughing.

The wonderful thing about saints is that they were human. They lost their tempers, got hungry, scolded God, were egotistical or impatient in their turns, made mistakes and regretted them. Still they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.

Come, ye saints, look here and wonder, See the place where Jesus lay; He has borne our sins away; Joyful tiding, Yes, the Lord has risen today.

Human nature, if it healthy, demands excitement; and if it does not obtain its thrilling excitement in the right way, it will seek it in the wrong. God never makes bloodless stoics; He makes no passionless saints.