Quotes About Grace

May the birdies always land at your feet.

Beauty is visible music....

Our Lager, which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy Drink. Thy will be drunk at home, As it is in the pub. Give us this day our foamy head. And forgive us our spillages, As we forgive those who spill against us. And lead us not into incarceration, But deliver us from hangovers. For thine is the beer, The bitter, the lager. For ever and ever. Barmen.

May you live to be a hundred years With one extra year to repent.

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a love-breath that takes you all the way to infinity.

Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.

O wingèd brother on the harebell, stay— Was God's hand very pitiful, the hand That wrought thy beauty at a dream's demand? Yea, knowing I love so well the flowery way, He did not fling me to the world astray— He did not drop me to the weary sand, But bore me gently to a leafy land: Tinting my wings, He gave me to the day.

The ancients did well when they typified the soul as a butterfly!

To err is human To purr feline.

Be humble, for you are made of dung. Be noble, for you are made of stars.

He dances like an Angel.

Dance is a delicate balance between perfection and beauty.

Dying ain't pretty. Death is beautiful.

DEATH... To stop sinning suddenly.

Méringue covers a multitude of sins.

I long for flowers that bend with the wind and rain...

Angels can fly because they can take themselves lightly.

I wear a coat of angels' breath and warm myself with His love.

And it is as grandmothers that our mothers come into the fullness of their grace. When a man's mother holds his child in her gladdened arms he is aware (with some instinctive sense of propriety) of the roundness of life's cycle; of the mystic harmony of life's ways.

You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the play and the opera, And grace before the concert and pantomime, And grace before I open a book, And grace before sketching, painting, Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing; And grace before I dip the pen in the ink.

The butterfly upon the sky, who doesn't know its name, And hasn't any tax to pay, and hasn't any home, Is just as high as you and I, and higher, I believe – So soar away and never sigh, for that's the way to grieve.

Gray hair is a blessing — ask any bald man.

Let the rays of your heart shine on all who pass by.

Horses — if God made any creature more beautiful, He kept it for himself.