Quotes About Prayer

By just watching the sunset I become blissful, is that true bliss? When I am saying my prayers if I become blissful, is that true bliss? When I am meditating and have become blissful, is that true bliss?" How you become blissful, it doesn't matter. Somehow you become blissful. That is all that matters.

The hardest test I ever faced in my life was praying.

Either we should not pray at all, or thus absolutely and freely; and not every one for himself in particular alone.

I don't know whether the gods hear and answer our prayers, or not. Either way, why not pray for the strength to let go of your desires and fears? Wouldn't it be better to be content with what you already have and to fear nothing? Try praying this way—for an inner change, rather than an outer one—and see what happens.

One man prays thus: How shall I be able to lie with that woman? Do thou pray thus: How shall I not desire to lie with her? Another prays thus: How shall I be released from this? Pray thou: How shall I not desire to be released? Another thus: How shall I not lose my little son? Thou thus: How shall I not be afraid to lose him? In fine, turn thy prayers this way, and see what comes.

Start praying like this and you'll see. Not "some way to sleep with her"—but a way to stop wanting to. Not "some way to get rid of him"—but a way to stop trying. Not "some way to save my child"—but a way to lose your fear. Redirect your prayers like that, and watch what happens.

why one should pray to a power whose decisions one can hardly hope to influence

lose him. To this end and purpose, let all thy prayer be, and see what will be the event.

We learned, in the opening words of the Lord's Prayer, that God is "in heaven." But we also learned that God is everywhere—that is, omnipresent. When one combines the two, the result is panentheism. It is orthodox Christian theology.

Never pray for justice, because you might get some.

Love is a discipline, like prayer," I said.

What we prayed for was emptiness, so we would be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self-denial, semen and babies.

I wish I knew what You were up to. But whatever it is, help me to get through it, please. Though maybe it's not Your doing; I don't believe for an instant that what's going on out there is what You meant. I have enough daily bread, so I won't waste time on that. It isn't the main problem. The problem is getting it down without choking on it.

Prayer is wanting. Jesus, Jesus he says, but he's not praying to Jesus, he's praying to you, not to your body or your face but to the space you hold at the centre, which is the shape of the universe. Empty.

I pray silently: Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. I don't know what it means, but it sounds right, and it will have to do, because I don't know what else I can say to God.

Four angels standing round my bed, Two to feet and two to head; One to watch and one to pray, And two to carry my soul away.

Beads can be used for counting. As in rosaries. But I don't like stones around my neck.

Rezábamos por la vacuidad, para hacernos dignas de ser llenadas: de gracia, de amor, de abnegación, de semen y de niños. Oh, Dios, Rey del universo, gracias por no haberme hecho hombre. Oh, Dios, destrúyeme. Házme fértil. Mortifica mi carne para que pueda multiplicarme. Permite que me realice…

It's going to be all right, I said, prayed in my head. Oh let it. Let us cross, let us across. Just this once and I'll do anything. What I thought I could do for whoever was listening that would be of the least use or even interest I'll never know.

I swam, the sea was boundless, I saw no shore. Tanit was merciless, my prayers were answered. O you who drown in love, remember me. —INSCRIPTION ON A CARTHAGINIAN FUNERARY URN

Most of us discover early on that it's safer to hide behind prayers that can't be measured, petitions so nebulous they don't require intervention from God.

It was not the lifting up of her heart to God that brought this balm, for religion went no more than lip deep with her. It was the sight of her mother's serene face upturned to the throne of God and His saints and angels, praying for blessings on those whom she loved. When Ellen intervened with Heaven, Scarlett felt certain that Heaven heard. Ellen

When such thoughts came she did not pray hastily to God, telling Him she did not mean it. God did not frighten her any more.

Ellen closed her eyes and began praying, her voice rising and falling, lulling and soothing. Heads bowed in the circle of yellow light as Ellen thanked God for the health and happiness of her home, her family and her negroes.