Quotes About Resurrection

Jesus does not want us to say, dead, for, He said, all live unto Him, though they seem dead to us.

You live in the city? You live in the graveyard! You want to be resurrected? Apply to the nature!

The resurrection gives you a sense of what God wants to do for the whole world.

Never be afraid to bring the transcendent mysteries of our faith, Christ's life and death and resurrection, to the help of the humblest and commonest of human wants.

On the journey towards the beloved, you live by dying at every step

The very first Easter taught us this: that life never ends and love never dies.

When I hear that "Possession is the grave of love, " I remember that a religion may begin with the resurrection.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

All people have had ill luck, but Jairus's daughter and Lazarus had the worst.

But the past was not dead. Once in a great while, the thoughts that had seemed so vital and so active, yet had been put to rest so quietly, revived again.

B)ut when the time is right and the winds begin to change, even the deadest of dreams can be resurrected.

it occurs to me that all scarecrows look as if they've been crucified.

Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève A ton esclavage maudit, Imbécile! – de son empire Si nos efforts te délivraient, Tes baiser ressusciteraient Le cadavre de ton vampire!

You only live once, right? Well, except for Lazarus. Poor sucker, he had to die twice.

Crosses release us from this world, and by doing so, bind us to God. —Charles de Foucauld

The church can seldom resurrect what the home puts to death.

It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.

I envy because of the heart I glutton because of the heart I covet because of the heart I am prideful because of the heart I sloth because of the heart I rage because of the heart Because of the heart, I lust for everything about you. - Ulquiorra (resurrection)

Bandaged in dirty clouds and seeping rabbit milk from a wound in its side, the sun rolls the stone from the tomb of night, to emerge—pale, blinking, but triumphant—into Easter's yard, somewhere between "Coca-Cola" and "IBMmmm.

Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

It's gonna hurt, now," said Amy. "Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

Anything dead coming back alive hurts

It's gonna hurt now, said Amy, Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

It's gonna hurt, now,' said Amy. 'Anything dead coming back to life hurts.