Quotes About Grace

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

Let me pay the price for you instead.

Sometimes it seems that light can transform anything! That it is an undeniable and irreducible metaphor for grace. But do the people of the ranchitos know this? Is it for beauty that they do it? Or do they merely want a comfortable illumination in their little shacks? It doesn't matter. We can't stop ourselves from making beauty. We can't stop the world.

Tis the gift to be simple... 'Tis the gift to be free...

death had come to dinner in their small house near the ramparts and stayed to say grace when everyone was done.

And how is evil achieved? He asked. How does one fall from grace and become in one instant as evil as the mob tribunal of the revolution or the most cruel of the Roman emperors? Does one merely have to miss mass on Sunday or bite down on the communion host? Or steal a loaf of bread...or sleep with a neighbor's wife.

Your fall from grace and faith has been the fall of a century.

There had never been any talent, any talent to draw or paint or to make music or to write or to make any of the wonderful and beautiful things he'd loved. There was only the keen eye to appreciate it, the heartbreaking capacity to perceive talent in others all around...only a gentleman's means could have kept him close to the talent of others, kept him close to all that was fine and enduring and filled life with daily grace.

Amazing grace, amazing grace.…" sang one group in unison, rocking back and forth as they held their places in line. "Gloria, in excelsus deum!" burst from a long-bearded man with his arms outstretched.

Marius, of course, Marius! And you look not one day older than when I saw you in my girlhood. Your face is radiant, and your eyes, how beautiful are your eyes. I would sing these praises to the accompaniment of a lyre if I could.

He didn't answer me, but I saw his face darken for a moment and then he fell into reverie, with his habitual expression of curiosity and quiet grace.

He was enchanted for these small moments, and patiently, I let them pass.

I want you, the great breaker of rules, to forgive that I have broken yours.

Her soft gray hair was curled naturally around her face, and her small eyes were full of an exuberant spirit as she studied the cameos at hand.

A greedy sense of goodness overcame me that I wasn't damned. I felt too much love.

In fact, he'd given me a trace of a smile. My short curly hair he'd rendered thick swirls as if it were an Apollonian halo. He'd carved my shirt collar, jacket lapel and tie with equal grace.

In you, he saw God's grace, because your soul is pure. You are young and tender and open like the moonflower to intake the light of the night. You hate us now, but you will come to see.

I was amazed by his boldness, polite as it was. But then he was so much older than me, so used to a graceful authority, and I was painfully young. Again, in waves I felt the old love for him, the old need of him, and again it was fusing perfectly and stupidly, with my thirst.

Jenny looked, as usual, elegant and as fine-drawn as a young doe, but oddly muted, as if she had been outlined in sepia.

Yancey crawled from her tangled bed one morning and assembled her long limbs and sharp bones into something as exotic and seductive to the eye as a peacock or a griffin or a unicorn.

Mind you she was quite exquisite when she wasn't on a tirade.

her, climbing out of the bath.

Epictetus say that everything has two handles, one by which it can be borne and one which it cannot. If your brother sins against you, he says, don't take hold of it by the wrong he did you but by the fact that he's your brother. That's how it can be borne.