Quotes About Vicar

The vicar, a gentle, middle-aged man, was always the last to hear anything.

Mrs. Dane Calthrop, on the other hand, was quite terrifyingly on the spot. I have perhaps purposely put off mentioning her, because I was from the first a little afraid of her. She was a woman of character and of almost Olympian knowledge. She was not in the least the typical vicar's wife?but that, as I set it down, makes me ask myself, what do I know of vicars' wives?

My husband's a very good man," she said. "Besides being the vicar, I mean. And that makes things difficult sometimes. Good people, you see, don't really understand evil." She paused and then said with a kind of brisk efficiency, "I think it had better be me.

Just a vicar. And with those words she'd tried to reduce him to something manageable, maneuverable, understandable. She'd given no thought as to what the word truly meant. Or why his control was so necessary. It was in proportion to how much he felt and how much he needed to give day after day.

She suspected she looked upon greatness for the first time in the form of a dusty, weary, rueful vicar, who did things like hold the hand of an old woman as she breathed her last breath and throw his fist into the jaw of a man who slurred her questionable honor and came in the dead of night to sit by the bed of her maid.

And, in fact, from his face, from the austere and sublime acts of the Vicar of Christ, torrents of light and goodness flow.

the bride was like her mother. Her hair was a dark, dark red, long and thick, shining and glorious, and she had wide-apart amber eyes set in an oval face; and when she looked at the vicar with that clear, direct gaze and said 'I will' in that firm, clear voice, the vicar was startled and thought, 'By God she means it!

It might've been my fichu. -Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble.

Visiting a brothel is respectable, the vicar's widow asks with her brows raised?" "They

A week or so later the Vicar rang up to ask if he could come and see Lady Graham. Most of us would at once have had a (quite unnecessary) attack of conscience and wondered if we had been accused of brawling in church or coveting our neighbour's maidservant (a sin which has now, by force of circumstances, become Common Usage).

It says there's no marriages in heaven, Mrs Powlett,' said Dorothy, giving a final polish to the pudding spoons with a piece of washleather. 'I'm ashamed of you, Dorothy,' said Mrs Powlett, 'speaking of the Bible as "it". And don't tell me it's in the Bible, Dorothy, for that is a book we were never meant to understand. Now come along and give me a hand and don't leave the shammy on the Vicar's chair.

I never did take sugar in my tea, or in coffee,' said the Vicar. 'I have always disliked it. But I understood that by taking saccharine, we were somehow assisting the war effort.

The vicar, whose name is Reverend Waite, leads us in prayers that all begin with 'O Lord' and end with our somehow not being worthy-sinners who have always been sinners and will forever more be sinners until we die. It isn't the most optimistic outlook I've ever heard but we're encouraged to keep trying anyway.

He was talking very excitedly to me, said the Vicar, about some apparatus for warming a church in Worthing and about the Apostolic Claims of the Church of Abyssinia. I confess I could not follow him clearly. He seems deeply interested in Church matters. Are you quite sure he is right in the head? I have noticed again and again since I have been in the Church that lay interest in ecclesiastical matters is often a prelude to insanity.

And what of the vicar? The word sat at the top of the page, underlined. That would suggest some sort of operation involving religion, but frankly, church was the last place you would expect to find anyone from Scorpia.

I don't think," he said, "that a vicar is supposed to beat a bishop to death, or even back to death." Mr. Berkeley looked down upon the remains of Bishop Bernard. "If anyone asks, we'll say he fell over," he said. "Lots of times.

It is not good for a woman to be alone," the vicar said grimly. He had a large, squarish face with a strong, thin mouth and heavy nose. He must have been quite fine as a young man. Charlotte was ashamed of how deeply she disliked him. One should not feel that way about a man of the Church. "It leaves her vulnerable to all kinds of dangers," he went on.

Therefore there is one body and one head of this one and only church, namely Christ and Christ's vicar, Peter and Peter's successor." Pope Boniface VIII had written this three years earlier in 1302, and it was that claim of papal sovereignty over Christendom that was the source of all the trouble.

But the vicar of St. Botolph's had certainly escaped the slightest tincture of the Pharisee, and by dint of admitting to himself that he was too much as other men were, he had become remarkably unlike them in this - that he could excuse others for thinking slightly of him, and could judge impartially of their conduct even when it told against him. [from Middlemarch, a quote my mother thinks describes the kind of man my father was]

The Vicar's talk was not always inspiriting: he had escaped being a Pharisee, but he had not escaped that low estimate of possibilities which we rather hastily arrive at as an inference from our own failure.

This is why the clergyman is so often called a vicar—he being the person whose vicarious goodness is to stand for that of those entrusted to his charge. 

These words struck the vicar a blow, which he felt the more because his late reverie had made him completely happy.

A] vicar's concubine, learning that the bishop was coming to order her lover to give her up, set out with a basket of cakes, chickens, and eggs, and intercepted the bishop, who asked her where she was going. She replied, "I am taking these gifts to the bishop's mistress who has lately been brought to bed." The bishop, properly mortified, continued on his way to call on the vicar, but never mentioned mistresses or concubines.

If the medieval saints had gone to their deaths as to a wedding, the Earl of Westerholme, thought the kind and scholarly vicar, looked as if he was preparing to invert the trend.