Quotes About Saints

That ancient chronicler Giraldus taunted the Archbishop of Cashel because no one in Ireland had received the crown of martyrdom. "Our people may be barbarous," the prelate answered, "but they have never lifted their hands against God's saints; but now that a people have come amongst us who know how to make them (it was just after the English invasion), we shall have martyrs plentifully.

the Byzantine style, which so few care for to-day, but which moves me because these tall, emaciated angels and saints seem to have less relation to the world about us than to an abstract pattern of flowing lines that suggest an imagination absorbed in the contemplation of Eternity.

Still his loud iniquity is still what only the Greatest of saints become-someone who dqes not lie : He because he cannot Stop the vivid present to think, they by having got Past reflection into A passionate obedience in time. We have our BoyMeets-Girl era of mirrors and muddle to work through, Without rest, without j oy. Therefore we love him because his judgements are so Frankly subjective that his abuse carries no Personal sting.

Animal femurs ascribed to saints who never existed, are still *** more holy than portraits of conquerors who, unfortunately, did

Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

Survival without renunciation of any part of one's own moral world – apart from powerful and direct interventions by fortune – was conceded only to very few superior individuals, made of the stuff of martyrs and saints.

he'd revised his thinking as to reincarnation and now believed the concept to be solely metaphorical, "just another word game, even if the saints and Buddhas are playing it," and who was I to argue about things like reincarnation? My own treatment of the matter went no farther than to pray it was a fiction, this single current addled existence of mine being vastly more than enough.

Well, I said, if the saints think reincarnation's a game worth playing ... Mark said: I mean, sure, something's happening over and over, but what? Maybe it's just the breath in and out of our lungs. I pointed out we didn't need a metaphor for breathing—You just talked about it quite literally.

There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign;Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.

The saints in this life have God near them in all their trials, as a Father and Friend, to uphold, to comfort, to sanctify, though they see Him but darkly through a glass, and behold but little of His power and glory.

No solo hemos de ser cristianos de nombre y tener conocimiento, tenemos que tener también carácter cristiano. Tenemos que ser santos en la tierra, si es que tenemos la intención de ser santos en el cielo

The saints are actually the teachings and scriptures personified. They do not teach by quoting or reciting the scriptures, but by living and practicing them, and sometimes through a little acting.

and near the end instructed the Saints to "gether up your riches that you may purchase an inheritance" in the soon-to-be-revealed Zion.

Florentine merchants, we know they were keen patrons across several generations. (There is another Strozzi Altarpiece showing Christ enthroned with the Virgin and saints by Orcagna [Andrea di Cione] dated 1357, which remains in its original setting in Santa Maria Novella in Florence.)

Virtue is something you have to get good at, like playing the trombone or tolerating bores at parties. Being a virtuous human being takes practice; and those who are brilliant at being human (what Christians call the saints) are the virtuosi of the moral sphere - the Pavarottis and Maradonas of virtue.

Unaccustomed sense of peace did not depend on...'the whim of any fallible creature, or...economic security, or the weather. I don't know where it comes from. Jung states that such serenity is always a miracle...I am so glad that the therapists of my maturity and the saints of my childhood agree on one thing.

There was a time when I prayed to saints. What I liked about them were their humble beginnings: they were human, once, and so you knew that they just got it in a way Jesus never would. They understood what it meant to have your hopes dashed or your promises broken or you feelings hurt.

Mas agora, sejam santos em tudo quanto fizerem, tal como é santo o Senhor, que os convidou para serem seus filhos. O próprio Senhor disse: 'Vocês têm de ser santos, pois Eu Sou santo'" (1 Pe 1:15-16, ABV). Ser santo não é uma

1 Cor. xvi. 15, 16. 270.  By this text I was made to see that the Holy Ghost never intended that men who have gifts and abilities, should bury them in the earth, but rather did command and stir up such to the exercise of their gift, and also did commend those that were apt and ready so to do.  They have addicted themselves to the ministry of the saints.  This scripture, in these days, did continually run in my mind, to encourage me, and strengthen me in this my work for God;

All of us have a secret desire to be seen as saints, heroes, martyrs. We are afraid to be children, to be ourselves.

To weigh three hundred pounds. What devout vulgarity. It seemed a worthwhile goal for prospective saints and flagellants. The new asceticism. All the visionary possibilities of the fast. To feed on the plants and animals of earth. To expand and wallow. I cherished his size, the formlessness of it, the sheer vulgar pleasure, his sense of being overwritten prose. Somehow it was the opposite of death.

Old hospitals with saints' names are the ones you want to go to if you have cuts and abrasions. They haven't forgotten how to treat the classic Crusader wounds.

He's so particilar, Rembrandt. Even his religious subjects — it's as if the saints came down to model for him in the life… You could pick him out of a line-up, couldn't you…? Goodness written all over him and yet always that twitch of worry and disquiet. That subtle shade of the betrayer