Quotes About Prayer

Prayer holds together the shattered fragments of creation. It makes history possible.

Prayer is not a discourse. It is a form of life, the life with God. That is why it is not confined to the moment of verbal statement. The latter (verbalization) can only be the secondary expression of the relationship with God, an overflow from the encounter between the living God and the living person.

Shelomith's hand falls from mine, and all I can think of is that somehow I must seek out the new king to see if he plans the building of new edifices. But Shelomith has dropped to her knees and I hear her praying, "Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one.

The man who sows wrong thoughts and deeds, and prays that God will bless him, is in the position of a farmer who, having sown tares, asks God to bring forth for him a harvest of wheat. That which ye sow, ye reap.

Mediation centred upon divine realities is the very essence and soul of prayer.

Right now, get down on your hands and knees and pray to God or Allah or Buddha or whoever if you are an unsophisticated investor.

She smiled. I been thinking, she said, how you better commence to tremble when the Lord, He gives you your heart's desire.

Souvenez vous, she tells me. One must make a little prayer from time to time.

I'm going to pray God," said John—and his voice shook, whether with joy or grief he could not say—"to keep me, and make me strong ... to stand ... to stand against the enemy ... and against everything and everybody ... that wants to cut down my soul.

The Lord had given her what she said she wanted, as was often, she had found, His bewildering method of answering prayer.

You must pray,' she says, very soberly. I assure you. Even just a little prayer, from time to time. Light a little candle. If it were not for the prayers of the blessed saints, one could not live in this world at all.

Remember that fortune and misfortune should be left to heaven and natural law. They are not to be bough by prayer or any cunning device to be thought of by any man or self-styled saint. p848

he still remembered their cries for help in God's name. But God had turned His face from those men that day, so they had perished

I indulge prayer when the world seems incomprehensible and only a plea to the incomprehensible makes sense.

But I tell you, I did some real fretting, and honestly, if it hadn't been for the fact that God and I parted company so long ago, I might have even been sap enough to pray for him.

Padre Divino, concedimi una tregua. Accetta la mia fraudolenta rettitudine. Revoca l'arroganza che mi lega agli intrighi di altri e mi conduce verso orridi errori e unioni sbagliate. Tempera la mia ambizione con la Tua grazia, Signore.

In prayer, like the stars before the rising sun, all the burdens of our autonomous self disperse before the "piercing presence" of God. God unclothes, undoes us, "prunes away every branch that does not bear fruit." He even takes God away from us

ways of prayer often call forth a kind of knowing that passes beyond clear ideas and the ordinary way of thinking.

Prayer begins to take on its full dimensions only when we begin to intuit that the subtle nothingness of prayer is everything.

Jack Palance was my distant uncle - that's the family gossip. Growing up, my family knew everything about his face getting burned and scarred in the military and how that mutilation led him to become such a famous 'heavy' in films. I prayed for good scars of my own. Not just acne scars.

Prayer for many is like a foreign land. When we go there, we go as tourists. Like most tourists, we feel uncomfortable and out of place. Like most tourists, we therefore move on before too long and go somewhere else.

Animals praise a good day, a good hunt. They praise rain if they're thirsty. That's prayer. They don't live an unconscious life, they simply have no language to talk about these things. But they are grateful for the good things that come along.

Of a truth, there is an inward, formless, inarticulate, almost unconscious, prayer, the very breath of love, whereby the soul is knit fast to the God whom it has tracked, amidst the tangled underwood of human life, to his covert on the eternal hills.

Although the ACLU would argue that it is unconstitutional for me, as a public official, to do this in a government building, let alone at a football game, I will end with my prayer for the next administration: Please God, no more Souters.