Quotes About Mary

Mary laughed. Then we all laughed. There was a vast relief in it, as if the air had grown more spacious. Was laughter grieving, too?

Women fell in love with Mary. They thought of her as unattainably beautiful and adopted as many of her mannerisms as they could. It didn't matter to them that she lacked that element, raw and beckoning, that trailed like a vapor after Gabrielle. There was an exotic, ladylike essence in Mary that stunned women who understood just what utter waxlike, blossom perfection she was.

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.

If you love the Lord, listen to what I have to tell you." "Listen to what I tell you!" How many times has Our sweet, precious, protective Mother Mary said that to us? Do you recall Her last recorded words in Scripture? "Do whatever He tells you." (Jn 2:5) That was nearly two thousand years ago. Have we listened?

I'm actually in a tradition of classicists with a big public face who like sounding off.

But look at Mary. When the angel came to her, Mary said, "Be it unto me according to thy word." It was her Amen to the will of God. And God wants us with an Amen in our lives, an inward Amen, a mighty moving Amen, a God-inspired Amen, which says, "It is, because God has spoken. It cannot be otherwise. It is impossible to be otherwise.

So the Church too, like Mary, enjoys perpetual virginity and uncorrupted fecundity.

Don't fuss, Mary. I will write the letters tomorrow, before lunch. I would write them tonight, only I think we ought to dine out - don't you? - to celebrate the inauguration of my career as a parasite.

Mary heard God's word and kept it, and so she is blessed. She kept God's truth in her mind, a nobler thing than carrying his body in her womb.

I come from a pretty scientific family. My sister is a neurologist and my brother is an engineer.

I've never been able to write a movie script. I respect that skill so much, but it's not been the way my brain works.

Two of the victims died. Mary fled but was recaptured and spent the remaining twenty-three years of her life under house arrest on North Brother Island in the East River until her death in 1938. She was personally responsible for at least fifty-three cases of typhoid and three confirmed deaths, but possibly many more. The particular tragedy of it is that she could have spared her unfortunate victims if she had just washed her hands before handling food.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from 'The Moon and the Yew Tree

Dusk hoods me in blue now, like a Mary. O colour of distance and forgetfulness!

I was lucky enough to be the lady that was asked to be Maria in the Sound Of Music, and that film was fortunate enough to be huge hit. The same with Mary Poppins. I got terribly lucky in that respect.

The only thing he could come up with was the story of Joseph and Mary and the flight into Egypt—a boyhood memory, because Grey hadn't been to church in years. Joseph had always seemed like an odd duck, taking care of a woman who was carrying somebody else's baby. But Grey was beginning to see the sense in it, how a person could become attached just by being wanted.

It has been curiously remarked by St. Andrew Avellino that those who have a special devotion to the Passion generally die quiet and sweet deaths, as the Virgin Mary, St. John the Evangelist, and St. Mary Magdalen did. Certainly it is remarkable that, while most of those close to Our Lord died violent deaths, the three who assisted at Calvary should have died so softly, as if already their real death had been died there.

the truth she gathered, enlarging her strength, enlarged likewise the composure that comes of strength.

The heaven I witnessed was so pure, love-filled, and magnificent that I did not want to return to earth.

Mary's greatness consists in the fact that she wants to magnify God, not herself.

Once when they went horseback riding with other young couples, they came to a stream and all the other men helped their women across. But not Lincoln: he rode on alone and left Mary to fend for herself. She was miffed. Frankly, she thought he had terrible manners. And he was moody, too, and seemed never to have anything to say that was light and fun and tender. He never said much at all.

James II's second wife, an Italian Catholic princess called Mary (at the time, there was an edict whereby all female royals were to be called Mary to confuse future readers of history books)

When I was a kid, I'd kneel down at the side of my bed every night before I went to sleep, and my mother and I would say a Greek prayer to the Virgin Mary.