Quotes About Grace

Pray you now forget, and forgive: I am old and foolish

This body is yours. No one can ever take it from you, if only you will accept yourself, claim it again--your arms, your spine, your ribs, the small of your back. It's all yours. All this bounty, all this beauty, all this strength and grace is yours. This garden is yours. Take it back. Take it back.

It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.

But when you live in beauty and look from beauty, everything points in different ways to your wholeness.

You are the guest of joy, you cannot impose yourself.

I think architecture has to be a gift.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Only actions give life strength only moderation gives it charm.

Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

Elle flotte, elle hésite; en un mot, elle est femme." "(She floats, she hesitates; in a word, she's a woman.)

J'aime en lui sa beauté, sa grâce tant vantée, Présents dont la nature a voulu l'honorer, Qu'il méprise lui-même, et qu'il semble ignorer.

Grâces au ciel, mes mains ne sont point criminelles. Plût aux dieux que mon cÅ"ur fût innocent comme elles!

Once caught, the jig is up; whining is conduct unbecoming a crone.

Jesus does not impose or force anything on anyone. He gently invites each one of us to move forward. He says "come," come and see, come and live an experience of love, healing and a new inner freedom.

Community as forgiveness . . . Too many people come into community to find something, to belong to a dynamic group, to discover a life which approaches the ideal. If we come into community without knowing that the reason we come is to learn to forgive and be forgiven seven times seventy-seven times, we will soon be disappointed.

To forgive is a gift of God that permits us to let go of our past hurts.

Believe me," St. Vincent de Paul said to his priests, "we will never be any use in doing God's work until we become thoroughly convinced that, of ourselves, we are better fitted to ruin everything than to make a success of it.

Tall, with an erect, stately, equestrian bearing, the lady possessed an esoteric beauty. If botanic, she'd be a night-blooming cereus. She was peerless as a lady in a sonnet. Or a willowy figure who'd leapt to life and stepped forth from the pages of Godey's Lady's Book. If Allegra Trout hadn't been a medium, she'd have been a fashion plate, or priestess.

La clarté est la souveraine politesse de qui manie une plume . (Clarity is the sovereign politeness of the one who wields a pen.)

Padre nuestro, bless these children with your love and grace. Protect them from any further harm, God, and provide them with comfort in their time of unspeakable grief. May Jesus walk the road with them and repair their broken hearts. May Mother Mary sweep all dangers from their road ahead and lead them safely where they're going. Padre nuestro, these two faithful servants have shouldered more than their share of life's burdens already. Please, God, may you see fit to relieve them

beauty begets empathy

Acapulco always had a heart for extravagance, so when at last she made her fall from grace, she did so with all the spectacular pageantry the world had come to expect of her. The cartels painted the town red.

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Death doesn't frighten me now I can think peacefully of ending a long life.