Quotes About Grace

sweeping off his hat. Taking her hand, he bowed

Ye've not said grace yet," he said severely, small face screwed into a frown. Obviously he considered me a conscienceless heathen, if not downright depraved.

May God make safe to me each step,             May God make open to me each pass,             May God make clear to me each road,             And may He take me in the clasp of His own two hands.

are like sherry in crystal, and

Es importante escuchar las cosas importantes, las revelaciones y los milagros. Así recordamos la grandeza de Dios

So"—he said authoritatively, holding up a finger to hush me—"if you have been deprived of your earlier life, perhaps it is only that God has seen fit to bless you with another, that may be richer and fuller.

Soeur Emmanuelle?" she said very softly, and gently, slowly, laid her hands on her mother's shoulders, fragile under the white cloth. She swallowed hard, so her voice wouldn't shake. "You are forgiven." (A Fugitive Green)

what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget – and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

That only by forgiveness could she forget - and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

The shade of death lies upon thy face, beloved, But the Jesus of grace has His hand round about thee; In nearness to the Trinity farewell to thy pains, Christ stands before thee and peace is in His mind.

Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune—so long as you didn't actually die of it.

He moved naturally. Only the tension in his shoulders suggested otherwise. Her hand closed involuntarily, feeling for an absent pencil, feeling the stroke of the line that would capture that tiny sense of unease, the jarring note that would draw the observer closer, closer still, wondering what it was about this scene of pastoral grace.

I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted, thinking it strange and not strange that grace should find me here, too.

For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest. His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. "Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

How to tell her in words, then, what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget—and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice. Perhaps

I don't like attacking.

I've seen some women who are not particularly attractive but they have an assurance, and there's something so attractive about someone who doesn't have to work so hard.

I think women of my age are still attractive.

No one wants critical, 'You can't do this or that' religion. People want authentic love, and that's what we are displaying.

I became an authentic Christian.

Classical dance is so pure and beautiful you don't need to add anything to its authenticity or beauty.

Anybody who knows me knows that I'm no attack dog.

I dress to kill, but tastefully.

It is not easy to dress well.