Quotes About Grace

Details are always vulgar

The world loves the Saint, and Christ loves the sinner.

Yet the roses are not less lovely for all that.

Though your sins be as scarlet, yet I will make them as white as snow.

She is all the great heroines of the world in one.

Poor Aubrey: I hope he will get all right. He brought a strangely new personality to English art, and was a master in his way of fantastic grace, and the charm of the unreal. His muse had moods of terrible laughter. Behind his grotesques there seemed to lurk some curious philosophy…

I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair. And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

There was something terribly enthralling in the exercise of influence. No other activity was like it. To project one's soul into some gracious form, and let it tarry there for a moment; to hear one's own intellectual views echoed back to one with all the added music of passion and youth;

Wenn eine Frau ihre Fehler nicht charmant begehen kann, ist sie nichts als ein Weib.

As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there.

There is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty.

for that there was no atonement; but though forgiveness was impossible, forgetfulness was possible still

They glided past, they glided fast, Like travellers through a mist: They mocked the moon in a rigadoon Of delicate turn and twist, And with formal pace and loathsome grace The phantoms kept their tryst

Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;

Every Saint has a past. Every Sinner, has a future.

Faults are hidden at night: every blemish is forgiven.

She was one of those women who kind of numb a fellow's faculties. She made me feel as if I were ten years old and had been brought into the drawing room in my Sunday clothes to say how-d'you-do.

Mercy is stronger than your sword.

Let me walk in beauty.

At that instant I became a blooming lotus flower. The water in which I flourished was a single teardrop from Nyx.

Si (...), divina. Y no divina por un error, divina por elección, por derecho.

We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.

Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the humble trust of a little child, she will have pity on us, and not fail us in our hour of need.

Did you ever tread on your partner's dress at a dance - I'm speaking now of the days when women wore dresses long enough to be trodden on - and hear it rip and see her smile at you like an angel and say, Please don't apologise. It's nothing, and then suddenly meet her clear blue eyes and feel as if you had stepped on the teeth of a rake and had the handle jump up and hit you in the face?