Quotes About Miracle

Ralph Waldo Emerson said that "the invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common." And George Bernard Shaw said, "If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change." Still

It was one of those moments in a man's life upon which all else seems to hinge; there is a curious inevitability about it, as though it couldn't have happened any other way, and at the same time there is a sense that what happened couldn't have happened, that it was a miracle.

Every once in a great while, the hand of God is easy to see, and for a brief moment, fairy tales and history are the same thing. This story is about one of those times.

When we come to see the superlatively extreme precariousness of our existence, and begin to understand how by any accounting, we ought not to exist, what are we to think or feel? Our existence seems to be not merely a virtually impossible miracle but the most outrageous miracle conceivable, one that makes previously amazing miracles seem like almost nothing. It's

Fundamentally we feel that we really belong to death already, and that every new day is a miracle. It

Jesus's rising from the dead was considered as impossible and staggering as such a thing would be considered today. People in the first century did not rise from the grave any more than they do now, in the twenty-first century.

But since logic dictates that God could have saved the Israelites from Pharaoh's army in an infinity of ways, and in ways infinitely subtler than parting the Red Sea, it is obvious that he didn't part the Red Sea to save the Israelites as much as he parted the Red Sea to communicate himself to the Israelites.

There is in every child at every stage a new miracle of vigorous unfolding." ~

She yelped at a wave of sharp stabbing pain across her belly. She lifted her head and saw a small, slime-covered black shape slither out onto the leaves. Squirrelflight tugged away the transparent sac that covered its head and Leafpool stiffened as a wail pierced the air.

When she was born, she looked so much like him that I can remember wondering if anyone would believe I had anything to do with the little miracle in my arms.

we need a new miracle of being human. we need a new miracle of being alive.

Sometimes we look for those thunderous things to happen in our life for our lives to change or go in the other direction. We seek the miracle. We seek the parting of the seas, the moving of the mountains. But no, it's a quiet thing. At least for me it was.

Christ is the perfect embodiment of the Spirit of God. He is the Son of God, the miracle worker, the overcomer, the way maker, and our brother. As fellow children of God, our task is to learn more about His character and to become more like Him.

Manuka honey is magic.

And there was her miracle.

It's strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to another. Does truth lie at some point of the pendulum's swing, at a point where it never rests, not in the dull perpendicular mean where it dangles in the end like a windless flag, but at an angle, nearer one extreme than another? If only a miracle could stop the pendulum at an angle of sixty degrees, one would believe the truth was there.

No wine can be regarded as unimportant, my friend, since the marriage at Cana.

the greatest miracle of omnipotence was in creating beings who had the potential to resist it.2 2.

Plaster holo screens against a mountain a full kilometer high, covering it until it glitters with a half million dancing images. Each holo used a quarter of a million pixels to shape its image, so the array musters immense representational power. Now compress those screens on a sheet of aluminum foil a millimeter thick. Crumple it. Stuff it into a grapefruit. That is the brain, a hundred billion neurons firing at varying intensities. Nature had accomplished that miracle

I remember World War II when there were very few books, very little paper available. For me to walk into a shop or look at a list and see anything that I want, or almost anything, is like a kind of miracle.

My situation should have been a lot worse. By rights I shouldn't have survived the crash.

If you will come back and make that pledge, God will heal your heart tonight.

As I do not seem able much to heal, then maybe I can simply be a responsible witness to the miracle of the ordinary soul.

The miracle of your being cannot escape itself. Your thoughts blossom into events. Your beliefs grow as surely in time and space as flowers do.