Quotes About Prayer

He had to undress and then kneel and say his own prayers before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died.

His prayer, addressed neither to God nor saint, began with a shiver, as the chilly morning breeze crept through the chink of the carriage door to his feet, and ended in a trail of foolish words which he made to fit the insistent rhythm of the train; and silently, at intervals of four seconds, the telegraph-poles held the galloping notes of the music between punctual bars.

What did it avail to pray when he knew that his soul lusted after its own destruction? A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy. His pride in his own sin, his loveless awe of God, told him that his offence was too grievous to be atoned for in whole or in part by a false homage to the All-seeing and All-knowing.

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat. Ghoul! Chewer of corpses! No mother. Let me be and let me live.

It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only God could do that. He tried to think what a big thought that must be; but he could only think of God. God was God's name just as his name was Stephen. DIEU was the French for God and that was God's name too; and when anyone prayed to God and said DIEU then God knew at once that it was a French person that was praying.

But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... (Joyce, Ulysses)

or a jaculation from the garden of the soul.

What did it avail to pray when he knew that his soul lusted after its own destruction?

Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face. Her hoarse and loud breath ratting in horror, while all prayed on their knees.

May Allah, the Excellent One, your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.

Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!

Can you do anything to bring about a miracle? The answer: God is God, we're not. But for reasons unknown, just as God willingly relates with us, so also he partners with us. He makes miracles happen; through our prayers we can see them happen.

God, don't let me be an old fool, I prayed.

Pray that liars aren't kept a long time in purgatory

If we haven't got time to pray to The Lord for help then we haven't got much time at all do we?

The Old Man's prayers was more sight than sound, really, more sense than sensibility. You had to be there: the aroma of burnt pheasant rolling through the air, the wide, Kansas prairie about, the smell of buffalo dung, the mosquitoes and wind eating at you one way, and him chawing at the wind the other. He was a plain terror in the praying department

Never plead your merits before God. Plead mercy. It is mercy we need. We need it from first to last, and we need it every single day.

These two parables as well as other teachings of the Lord about prayer cut to pieces the false doctrine of the universal fatherhood of God that has been so popular in this century. They teach that God is not the Father of all men. He is the Creator of all. But He is uniquely the Father of the Lord Jesus Christ and becomes the Father only of those persons who believe on Christ.

And then as always, I saw the prayer coming at me. And, as always, Number 1 killed me! Set me on fire, cooked me to medium rare and then ate me! I really, really, really hope I haven't just given away the ending of this story.

I looked into her eyes. Mom, who do you pray to? I just pray, Daniel. That's all.

At every turn I took, I prayed that I would not stumble over her body. Every time I didn't, it gave me hope that she was still alive.

You will never stumble while on your knees

But when the swell of voices lifted up the church, it didn't seem wrong to privately ask for mercy to shine down on this innocent soul.

Heavenly Father, we thank You for this meal and our family and our friends," she said. "We are grateful for the lives and gifts You've given us and most of all for the love we have for each other and for You. We are blessed, Lord. Truly blessed.