Quotes About Grace

God decreed that the love which came to Cosette was a love that saves.

Cosette, by learning that she was beautiful, lost the grace of not knowing it; an exquisite grace, for beauty heightened by artlessness is ineffable, and nothing is so adorable as dazzling innocence, going on her way, and holding in her hand, all unconsciousness, the key of a paradise.

Adorable ambuscades of providence!

But what was tragic about the girl was that she had not been born ugly. She might even have been a pretty child, and the grace proper to her age was still at odds with the repulsive premature aging induced by loose living and poverty. A trace of beauty still lingered in the sixteen-year-old face, like pale sunlight fading beneath the massed clouds of a winter's dawn.

A flower should smell sweet, and a woman should have wit.

At the period of his most abject misery, he had observed that young girls turned round when he passed by, and he fled or hid, with death in his soul. He thought that they were staring at him because of his old clothes, and that they were laughing at them; the fact is, that they stared at him because of his grace, and that they dreamed of him.

Cossette, al saber que era hermosa, perdió la gracia de ignorarlo; gracia exquisita, porque la belleza realzada por la sencillez es inefable, y no hay nada más digno de adoración que una inocencia deslumbradora que lleva en la mano, sin saberlo, la llave de un paraíso.

God's whole policy consists in rendering slopes less steep.

There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.

It was like a hand which had opened and thrown suddenly upon her a handful of sunbeams.

Did not i say that things would come right of themselves? said the Bishop. Then he added, with a smile, To him who contents himself with the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop. Monseigneur, murmured the cure, throwing back his head with a smile. God or the Devil.

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.

Dichoso, aún en medio del dolor, aquél que a Dios ha dado un alma digna del amor y de la desgracia! El que no ha visto las cosas de este mundo y el corazón de los hombres a esta doble luz, no ha visto nada verdadero, ni sabe nada. El alma que ama y padece se encuentra en un estado sublime.

A ventura suprema da vida é a convicção de que somos amados, mas amados por nós mesmos, ou, melhor ainda, amados a despeito de nós mesmos.

S'è detto che la schiavitù è sparita dalla civiltà europea: errore! Esiste sempre, ma pesa soltanto sulla donna e si chiama prostituzione. Pesa sulla donna, ossia sulla grazia, sulla debolezza, sulla beltà, sulla maternità. E questa non è già una delle minori vergogne dell'uomo.

She had counted on a lifetime to teach her children what they needed to know, but she didn't have that gift of grace and time. Still, she had given them what mattered: they were loved and they knew it. Everything else was decoration.

Where there is life, there is hope, and where there is love, there is forgiveness.

In that one image, Matthew saw the whole of his life; past, present, and future. It was one of those moments—an instant of grace in a crazy, sometimes impossibly dangerous world—that changed a man's life.

Madame Dufour stood at the head of the table, dressed in a severe black dress that revealed the soup spoon–sized hollow at the base of her long neck. A single diamond brooch was her only adornment (one good piece, ladies, and choose it well; everything makes a statement, nothing speaks quite so loudly as cheapness).

The stairs unfold from the ceiling like a gentleman extending his hand.

It was one of those moments—an instant of grace in a crazy, sometimes impossibly dangerous world—that changed a man's life.

You are an inspiration, Teresa, in so many ways. Somehow you balance it all—being a soldier, a Black Hawk helicopter pilot, a wife, and a mother—and you do it with grace and courage. You are truly an example of everything that is right with our country.

She had counted on a lifetime to teach her children what they needed to know, but she didn't have that gift of grace and time. Still, she had given them what mattered: they were loved and they knew it. Everything else was decoration. Love remains.

Vianne," he says. "I wanted you to meet my daughter." He reaches back for a classically beautiful young woman wearing a chic black sheath and vibrant pink neck scarf. She comes toward me, smiling as if we are friends. "I'm Isabelle," she says.