Quotes About Glory

I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting—its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with the anguish and lamentations of distant families, appealing to me for sons, husbands and fathers….Tis only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded or lacerated…that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.

Allora non sapevo ancora cosa è la vastità, eppure lo intuivo: il poter contenere in sé moltissime cose, anche tra loro contraddittorie, sapere che tutto ciò che sembra inconciliabile sussiste tuttavia in un suo ambito, e questo sentirlo senza perdersi nella paura, e anzi sapendo che bisogna chiamarlo col suo nome e meditarci sopra: ecco la cosa che proprio da mia madre ho imparato, ed è la vera gloria della natura umana

Legend says this man sold his soul to the Devil. I don't know about that. All I can say is, when he died, the members of this church had love in their hearts and gave him a resting place, and God wrote that down. Now, I don't know what Robert Johnson told the Lord. You don't know what Robert Johnson told the Lord. We all have come short of the glory of God.

Amy Carmichael's] great longing was to have a single eye for the glory of God. Whatever might blur the vision God had give her of His work, whatever could distract or deceive or tempt other to seek anything but the Lord Jesus Himself she tried to eliminate.

The man whose eye is single for the glory of Another can be trusted.

Each time God gives us a hard lesson He desires also to give us Himself. If we open our hands to receive the lesson we open our hearts to receive Him, and with Himself His vision to see the glory in the surrender, whether of small things like self-esteem and reputation, or bigger things like a career and a home.

There is an active practice of holiness as we carry out, for the glory of God, the ordinary duties of each day, faithfully fulfilling the responsibilities given us. The passive practice consists in living acceptance of the unexpected, be it welcome or unwelcome, remembering that we have a wise and sovereign Lord who works in mysterious ways and is never taken by surprise.

He has promised that our suffering will one day turn into glory if we'll respond to it in faith and obedience.

We live but a short time, at the longest. How do we make our lives mean something? If we die in glory, with our minds and our hearts fixed on achieving a great goal, we have lived a life that mattered.

It would seem that unless we see through and beyond the physical, we shall not even see the physical as we ought to see it: as the very vehicle for the glory of God

A God-focused attitude is positive and directs you to better the lives of those you love while giving God the glory.

God's Word transforms you into someone who reflects His glory.

What kind of God do you believe in? my answer is easy: I believe in a magnificent God

I believe in a magnificent God.

Dante writes that God is not merely a blinding vision of glorious light, but that He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle… "The love that moves the sun and the other stars.

There is a quiet glory [in] merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations.

But what does any of that have to do with vocation? What does any of that have to do with the pursuit of love? What does any of that have to do with the strange communion between the human and the magical? What does any of that have to do with faith? What does any of that have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations?

What does being on the top have to do with vocation? What does it have to do with the pursuit of love? What does it have to do with the strange communion between the human and the magical? What does it have to do with faith? What does it have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations?

Where the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves kicked up by the horses' hoofs fills my soul with delight. I particularly love that smell, -- it brings before me the entire benevolence of Nature, for ever working death and decay, so piteous in themselves, into the means of fresh life and glory, and sending up sweet odours as she works.

When Christ's Cross is big in our mind's eye, our gratitude is big as well. In that mindset, being God's steward is not dull duty, but grateful obedience. We are Christ's glad bond slaves, like Paul, wild and full of joy, pressing on to use all we've been given — including our time — in the Master's service, and for His glory. After all, we know that He will come back any day now — and then time as we know it will be no more.

The splendor falls on castle wallsAnd snowy summits old in story:The long light shakes across the lakes,And the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies, And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.

Glory to Man in the highest! for Man is the master of things.

Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour; The heavy white limbs, and the cruel Red mouth like a venomous flower; When these have gone by with their glories, What shall rest of thee then, what remain, O mystic and somber Delores, Our Lady of Pain?