Quotes About Grace

Always be Graceful and Useful Nara Bhuvaneshwari

It is one of the arts of a great beauty to heighten the effect of her charms by affecting to be sweetly unconscious of them.

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.

The least of the virtues adds to the perfection of the character. It is with the finest characters as it is with the finest woods and marbles--the polishing hand is still needed to bring out the veins of beauty and of grace.

He half retrieves a defeat who yields to it gracefully.

Music lends grace and dignity to life; it softens care, alleviates regrets, refines and enlivens sensibility, links the ideal to the actual, and suggests a flow of life in unison with its harmonies.

The story is told that someone stopped Elder J. Golden Kimball on the street on one occasion. There had been a little difficulty in Elder Kimball's family that had become publicly known, and whoever it was who stopped him, no doubt with a mind to injure, said, ' Brother Kimball, I understand you're having some problems with one of your children.' His answer was, ' Yes, and the Lord is having some problems with some of his, too.

With thoughtless and impatient hands We tangle up the plans The Lord hath wrought. And when we cry in pain He saith, "Be quiet, man, while I untie the knot." (Author unknown, in Jack M. Lyon et al., Best-Loved Poems of the LDS People [1996], 304)

If the adversary should take you prisoner due to misconduct, I remind you that you hold the key that will unlock the prison door from the inside. You can be washed clean through the atoning sacrifice of the Savior Jesus Christ. You may in time of trouble think that you are not worth saving because you have made mistakes, big or little, and you think you are now lost. That is never true! …Repentance can heal what hurts, no matter what it is.

Movement" means great footwork coupled with quick speed, balance, dexterity

Style is what happens when simplicity is achieved.

There is a worldwide longing for civility.

Jeff, one day you'll understand that it's harder to be kind than clever

Terese still had that incredible walk, head held high, shoulders back, perfect posture. One more thing I just realized about all the women in my life: They all have great walks. I find confident walks sexy, the near prowl-like way certain women enter a room as if they already own it. You can tell a lot by the way a woman walks. We

When she got back to the house, Cora was awake and at the computer and groaning. "Can I get you something?" Grace asked. "An anesthesiologist," Cora said. "Straight preferred but not required." "I was thinking more like coffee." "Even better." Cora's fingers danced across the keyboard. Her eyes narrowed. She frowned. "Something's wrong here.

Whenever he visited, Broome couldn't help but think, It could have been me. One would have thought that would lead to a strong yearning on his part. It did and it didn't. His most immediate and powerful reaction was relief—a there-but-for-the-grace-of-God, whistling-past-the-graveyard sort of escape from his own destiny. But then, well, he looked at Erin's face and all that fell away. Years

The huge neon sign listed a church affiliation that Grace had never heard of. The motto, according to several signs around the edifice, seemed to indicate that this was "God's House." If that were true, God could use a more creative architect. The structure held all the splendor and warmth of a highway mega-store. The

Grace hit the sidewalk. The weather was brisk. Autumn had shoved summer aside with a patented gust.

When the bell rang, the kids burst out as if they'd been fired from a cannon. Like every other parent, Grace only had eyes for her own. The rest of the pack, uncharitable as this might sound, was scenery. Max

They picked up their drinks and found a table near the window. "Run it through for me," he said. "Run what?" "Go back. You picked up the pictures. Josh handed them to you. Did you look at them right away?" Grace's eyes went up and to the right. She tried to remember the details. "No.

For a moment the words did not register. Grace just stood there, unable to move. It wasn't that she hadn't heard him—she had—but his words were so out of context, so out of place coming from this stranger's lips, that her brain could not really comprehend the significance. At

She stood fluidly and semiglided out of the room. Despite her size, Mabel moved with the unlabored grace of a natural athlete. Horace too moved like that, blending bulk with finesse in an almost poetic way. She was gone for less than a minute, and when she returned, she handed him a photograph. Myron looked down. A

She frowned, again hating herself for the sentimentality, but maybe she should cut herself some slack. She tried to find the very spot where she had been standing that day, checking her bearings by using the house, moving a few feet left, then right, until she was certain, yes, this was the spot where that tender kiss took place. She

That's Esperanza Diaz. A professional wrestler falsely accused of murder." Grace turned. "Little Pocahontas," she said. "Excuse me?" Grace pointed at the photograph. "Her wrestling name. It was Little Pocahontas.