Quotes About Grace

Forgiveness is warm Like a tear on a cheek!

A courtesan, a pilgrim, a princess, and a bullfighter.

The wise man blesses the whip that flogs him," says my mother.

P.S. God never sends the illness without its cure.

Surely you've been sent from the heavens to teach us mortals what beauty is.

Golden hour, magic hour, l'heure bleue. Evenings when the beauty of the changing sky made us both go still and dreamy. Sunlight falling at an angle across the lawn so that it touched our elevated feet, then moved up our bodies like a long slow blessing.

As your pierced hands were stretched out on the cross, O precious Lord of Heaven. No matter how far a soul might stray from the path of righteousness, the pierced hands were stretched out, yearning. Only one thing was needed: that the sinful soul should turn toward the open embrace, freely, like a child who goes to his father and not like a thrall who is chased home to his stern master.

Her father's marvelous gentleness was not because he lacked a keen enough perception of the faults and wretchedness of others; it came from his constant searching of his own heart before God, crushing it in repentance over his own failings. No

There is no worthier work for the man person who has been graced with the ability to see even a small part of God's Mercy than to serve him and to keep vigil for the people whose sight is still clouded by the shadow of worldly matters.

It's a sin to brood over and dwell on the sins we have confessed to the priest and repented before God, reviving his forgiveness through the hand and the words of the priest.

There is so much writ upon the parchment of leaves, So much of beauty blown upon the winds, I can but fold my hands and sink my knees In the leaf pages. —James Still

Be still and know that I am God, she thought. Her favorite Bible verse. And stillness had saved her grandmother once. So that's what she had to do as well, to be still and let everything fall back into place on its own.

Basil, The Holy Spirit sees how much difficulty mankind has in loving virtue, and how we prefer the lure of pleasure to the straight and narrow path. What does he do? He adds the grace of music to the truth of doctrine. Charmed by what we hear, we pluck the fruit of the words without realizing it.39

I think Oscar Wilde is right when he defines love in De Profundis as giving what one does have and receiving that over which one has no power. To love is to commit oneself to another not without the guarantee that love will be returned, but with the hope that it might be. Love takes place in the subjunctive mood: it may be, it might be, would that it were the case. The logic of love is akin to the logic of grace.

Toute expérience de perte produit une brisure mais par la grâce de la littérature cette brisure peut se transformer en lien.

Humility is attentive patience.

We cannot take a step toward the heavens. God crosses the universe and comes to us.

The beauty of this world is Christ's tender smile coming to us through matter.

Men owe us what they imagine they will give us. We must forgive them this debt.

We should seek neither to escape suffering nor to suffer less, but to remain untainted by suffering.

Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void.

The Cross of Christ is the only gateway to knowledge.

God is rich in mercy. I know this wealth of His with the certainty of experience. I have touched it.

To love God all-powerless.