Quotes About Glory

Aristos Achaion." Best of the Greeks.

But a monster," he said, "she always has a place. She may have all the glory her teeth can snatch. She will not be loved for it, but she will not be constrained either. So whatever foolish sorrow you harbor, forget it. I think it may be said that you improved her.

He was one of the greatest of our kind, and the drops that fell from him were golden, smearing his back with a terrible beauty.

But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another... We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows? Perhaps one day I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you... We are men only. A brief flare of the torch. Those to come may raise us or lower us as they please.

He had never been hungry for glory, only for life.

But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another.

Killing a whole family was something to boast of, a glorious deed that proved you powerful enough to wipe a name from the earth.

Death is a difficulty, but it is not a punishment for the wrongdoings of our first parents; life is difficult, but it is not a trial through which we must pass to earn an eternal reward. Mortality is not a wounding disability but the enabling condition that lends life its intensity, tenderness, poignancy, and beauty, let us say its wounded glory, the difficult glory, that has tasted the bitter truth.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.6

There is no greater place for damage (than marriage) because there is no greater place for glory.

A woman in her glory, a woman of beauty, is a woman who is not striving to become beautiful or worthy or enough.

I daresay we've heard a bit about original sin, but not nearly enough about original glory, which comes before sin and is deeper to our nature. We were crowned with glory and honor. Why does a woman long to be beautiful? Why does a man hope to be found brave? Because we remember, if only faintly, that we were once more than we are now.

Beauty speaks of heaven to come, when all shall be beautiful. It haunts us with eternity. Beauty says, There is a glory calling to you. And if there is a glory, there is a source of glory. What great goodness could have possibly created this? What generosity gave us this to behold? Beauty draws us to God.

The glory of God is man fully alive. (Saint Irenaeus)

The world has been wrong about you. They've hated your glory—just as the Evil One hates the glory of God. But we need your gift. Come forth.

A veil removed, bringing freedom, transformation, glory. Do you see it? I am not making this up—though I have been accused of making the gospel better than it is. The charge is laughable. Could anyone be more generous than God? Could any of us come up with a story that beats the one God has come up with? All the stories that we tell borrow their power from the Great Story he is telling.

That glory was shared with us; we became, in G. K. Chesterton's words, "a statue of God walking about the garden," endowed with a strength and beauty all our own. All that we ever wished we could be, we were—and more. We were fully alive.

The trouble with steeling yourself against the harshness of reality is that the same steel that secures your life against being destroyed secures your life also against being opened up and transformed. (The Sacred Journey) Only when we enter our wound will we discover our true glory.

explored." "It is the glory of God to conceal a matter," says the book

Labor is a man crowning glory. Not this man's. I quote Marx I raised my hands. The pickaxe handle had been rough. I quote blisters.

that slow and beautiful decay which flings crowns underfoot to star the earth with fallen glories

You count the years until you get a varsity jersey, then you're a hero, an idol, a cocky bastard because in this town you can do no wrong. You win and win and you're the king of your own little world, then poof, it's gone. You play your last game and everybody cries. You can't believe it's over. Then another team comes right behind you and you're forgotten.

Mary's tapestries were the glory of her collection. She had some twenty complete sets

Have peace and know that the Lord will fight for you. The Lord's ways are not our ways, but in the end, He will bless you in such a manner that only He can get the glory, for all will know that it is the Lord who blesses you.