Quotes About Glory

Once, I believed that space could have no power over faith, just as I believed the heavens declared the glory of God's handwork. Now I have seen that handwork, and my faith is sorely troubled.

They were, perhaps, as contented as any race the world had known, and after their fashion they were happy. They spent their long lives amid beauty that had never been surpassed, for the labour of millions of centuries had been dedicated to the glory of Diaspar.

The Great Bird will take its flight on the back of the great bird, bringing glory to the nest where it was born.

I could see the solace she discovered. Here she could sing and dance and shout for glory among people who didn't care which pew she sat in, whose people she belonged to, and whether she was baking a roast for the church homecoming. They were people who yearned for one thing, and one thing only: a pure relationship with that part of the Trinity so often neglected in organized worship. The Holy Spirit. Slouching

For each of us, time is a thief of glory. What gives meaning to our lives and deaths is love and hope, if we are willing to share and accept.

The Christian cult is a basically political action: it reminds the state of the limited and provisional character of its power, and when the state claims for itself an absolute trust and obedience, the Christian cult protests against this pretension to claim a kingdom, a power and a glory which belong of right to God alone. That is why, in gathering together for Christian worship, men compromise themselves politically.s

A glorious victory has a funny way of erasing memories of the reasons why a victory was needed in the first place.

She offered her mouth to him, as if enchanted. A Persian princess, a little Indian, a fox, a morning glory, a lovely wisteria--it always pleased them when you told them they looked like something, like something else.

Paule n'en pas à une contradiction près, mais celle-ci agaçait particulièrement Henri : elle le voulait le plus glorieux de tous les hommes, et elle affectait de mépriser la gloire ; c'est qu'elle s'entêtait à se rêver telle qu'il l'avait rêvée, jadis : hautaine, sublime ; et en même temps, bien sûr, elle vivait sur terre, comme tout le monde.

Every human being has at his roots here below a certain terrestrial poetry, a reflection of the heavenly glory, the link, of which he is more or less vaguely conscious, with his universal country. Affliction is the tearing up of these roots.

When we behold the glory of Christ in the gospel, it reorders the loves of our hearts, so we delight in him supremely, and the other things that have ruled our lives lose their enslaving power over us.

The Father of Glory does not lurk behind His Son with sinister intent to do us ill, restrained only by the cruel and bloody sacrifice His Son has made! No, a thousand times no! The Father loves us in the love of the Son and the love of the Spirit (John 16:27).

God sees as clearly in the dark as in the day; he knows what he is doing and where he is going. He can even weave the dark threads of man's evil deeds, tragedies, and disasters into his purposes and use them for his glory.

The message of the incarnate Christ is glorious indeed, but it must never be severed from the message of the indwelling Christ. He who came for us as a baby now dwells in us as the Lord of glory through His Spirit. That is His gift to us. The indwelling Christ seeks one gift from you in return. You.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum

To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without a name.

Inaccurate similes and metaphors have the effect of deflecting the reader's attention from the story to the words on the page. Yet when carried off, especially when a simile is original and a metaphor sings, there is no greater glory in the practice of words.

No yield to the dead! Never stab the fighter when he's down. Where's the glory, killing the dead twice over?

I will suffer nothing as great as death without glory.

They are dying, the old oracles sent to Laius, now our masters strike them off the rolls. Nowhere Apollo's golden glory now— the gods, the gods go down.

Nowhere Apollo's golden glory now— the gods, the gods go down.

But leave me to my own absurdity, leave me to suffer this - dreadful thing. I will suffer nothing as great as death without glory.

A noble life crowned with heroic death, rises above and outlives the pride and pomp and glory of the mightiest empire of the earth.

Those that are huntedKnow this as their life,Their reward: to walkUnder such trees in full knowledgeOf what is in glory above them,And to feel no fear.