Quotes About Robe

God not only provided the sacrifice and made coverings of skins, but also clothed Adam and Eve with them. They did not clothe themselves. When it comes the the robe of righteousness and the garment of salvation we do not put it on, God puts it on us. He clothes us with righteousness.

She was sitting quietly on the bank of a stream with her feet in the water, her robe perfectly white, and no blood anywhere except for her hair. It was dark, and clotted, completely soaked. As if she's tried to dye it red.

Not a look, not a gesture of Valerie Saintclair's but expressed drama. She seemed to exhale an atmosphere of romance. A scarlet flannel dressing gown covered her feet—a homely garment in all conscience; but the charm of her personality invested it with an exotic flavour, and it seemed an Eastern robe of glowing colour.

Poem by Stonehouse I was a Zen monk who didn't know Zen so I chose the woods for the years I had left a robe made of patches over my body a belt of bamboo around my waist mountains and streams explain Bodhidharma's meaning flower smiles and birdsongs reveal the hidden key sometimes I sit on a flat-topped rock after midnight cloudless nights when the moon fills the sky Translated by Red Pine

I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

I have two favorite songs. My first is called 'Dance of The Robe' and it's a very powerful number where she is feeling the pressure from her people to take on the responsibility of leading them.

She held the robe together with both hands—there was so much to cover that it took both hands—and stepped aside as I walked

Where's your dress?

His blue-and-white striped robe ballooning out in the wind, he rode directly to me and fell off the donkey. Gasping theatrically, he handed me a note and then collapsed face down in the sand. Since the donkey had been doing all the work, I ignored this demonstration. While John bent over the fallen man with expressions of concern I opened the note.

Newt spun, making her robe unfurl. "He's my familiar, bought and paid for. I can claim anything of his. Even his life." Al cleared his throat nervously. "That's good to know," he said lightly. "Important safety tip. Rachel, write that down somewhere as lesson number one.

The coat was a remnant from his stint at being people-size. I'd gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we'd thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.

Successful negotiations are invariably conducted from a position of power, or at least the perception of power. Strolling into a meeting wearing a comfortable robe and smelling of incense, with a sincere desire to iron out difficulties, is, perversely, a surefire way to get everyone killed.

how could I protect myself? I had the Viking's scabbard, but not the sword; I had the Buddhist's robe, but not the faith.

We have judges in the American system and they take on a black robe where they are supposed to shield their partisan preferences. They are not red or blue state judges. They are judges.

I slid my hand to the sash in her robe and discovered she'd tied it with some sort of sailor's knot that only she could undo. "Oh, come on," I groaned. "Sorry," she said, laughing again. "I didn't even think about it. Honest.

I've got some great stuff in my sports memorabilia collection. But my favorite thing by far is the robe. I actually have a Ric Flair robe with 'the Nature Boy' on the back. That's awesome. When I look at it, it brings back so many memories of my childhood and my teen years.

Christ illustrates the purport of life as He descends from His transfiguration to toil, and goes forward to exchange that robe of heavenly brightness for the crown of thorns.

For they do not look through to the soul, nor have a keen eye for virtue, but they stop at the outward excellencies of the body, and admire daring, and strength, speed in running, and size, and consider these as fit qualifications for the purple robe and diadem.

He reached through a slit in his robe into a pouch strapped to his ample abdomen. From it he withdrew a small wineskin. Here, he said, pushing it between the bars. For strength. For courage. Adelard pulled the stopper and drank greedily. They don't feed me and give me very little water. How does it feel? Ramiro thought. How many have you treated the same to make them weak and more easily persuaded by your tortures?

Little kids I don't mind. Every kid wants a pony. It's grown-ups that get my robe in a knot. Stop with the begging, okay? Adore me for a change. Or give thanks. I like gratitude. Or ask for guidance. But oh, no. It's always the pony.

Many wear the Robe, but few keep the Way.

This commissary was a man of very repulsive mien, with a pointed nose, with yellow and salient cheek bones, with eyes small but keen and penetrating, and an expression of countenance resembling at one the polecat and the fox. His head, supported by a long and flexible neck, issued from his large black robe, balancing itself with a motion very much like that of the tortoise thrusting his head out of his shell.

He looked cold in his little loincloth, so Bing flicked a match and dressed him in a robe of flame

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: my judgment was as a robe and a diadem. I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.