Quotes About Glory

In God we may "rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory" (1 Peter 1:8). "Men shall be blessed in him: all nations shall call him blessed" (Psalm 72:17). Let

If we are faithful, seeking to bless others, patient in well-doing, at His coming Christ will crown us with glory, honor, and immortality.—The Review and Herald, December 5, 1912. [23]

God created us to be worshipers because it is right that he be known, loved and worshiped. This isn't because he is needy and wishes someone would tell him how special he is. No, it's because he is perfect and the worship of his perfection is holiness in action.

God is too great to be glorified only through the lives of His victorious children. He is glorified by our suffering and even by our sin. His sustaining strength is glorified when we walk through the furnace of affliction.

Refuzul divin al p?mântului pleac? dintr-o nemângâiere sfâÅŸietoare, pe care o putem îndulci cu o acceptare disperat? a lumii. Din moment ce-mi este interzis? gloria cereasc?, trebuie s?-mi fie indiferent c? aici, jos, voi ajunge ministru sau paznic de bordel.

Gloria între patru pereÈ›i întrece slava împ?raÈ›ilor.

That faint light in each of us which dates back to before our birth, to before all births, is what must be protected if we want to rejoin that remote glory from which we shall never know why we are separated.

That faint light in each of us which dates back to before our birth, to before all births, is what must be protected if we want to rejoin that remote glory from which we shall never know why we were separated.

Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.

No coward soul is mine,No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:I see Heaven's glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

Alter! When the Hills do—Falter! When the SunQuestion if His GloryBe the Perfect One—Surfeit! When the DaffodilDoth of the Dew—Even as Herself—Sir—I will—of You—

See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.

Praise Him, ye sceptred saints, With God, like-minded, glorying in His will, Impeccable, who muse celestial things; Whose sins are washed away in seas of love; Who, liberate from all law, sit judging law; Whose passion for perfection sated, ye, Rapt into Deity, with your Lord enjoy Life unitive, life eternal, life divine; Who revel in futurity, and inhale The gust of inspiration at His lips; Of all worlds owner, author of all fates.

Glory is a poison, good to be taken only in small doses.

Conviction brings a silent, indefinable beauty into faces made of the commonest human clay; the devout worshiper at any shrine reflects something of its golden glow, even as the glory of a noble love shines like a sort of light from a woman's face.

Who would not at the present moment wish to retain the persuasion that wives are virtuous? Are they not the supreme flower of the country? Are they not all blooming creatures, fascinating the world by their beauty, their youth, their life and their love? To believe in their virtue is a sort of social religion, for they are the ornament of the world, and form the chief glory of France.

Glory is the sun of the dead.

The fleet sailed to its war base in the North Sea, headed not so much for some rendezvous with glory as for rendezvous with discretion.

In 1914 "glory" was a word spoken without embarrassment, and honor a familiar concept that people believed in.

He said that whatever the outcome in America, he would always regard it as a glory and honor to have upheld the cause which he regarded as that of all humankind.

All this visible greatness was really one with Nineveh and Tyre.

To Wilson neutrality was the opposite of isolationism. He wanted to keep out of war in order to play a larger, not a lesser, part in world affairs. He wanted the "great permanent glory" for himself as well as for his country, and he realized he could win it only if he kept America out of the quarrel so that he could act as impartial arbiter.

Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng, Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song. Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King, This through countless ages men and angels sing.