Quotes About Image

God reproduces and lives out His image in millions of ordinary people like us. It is a supreme mystery. We are called to bear that image as a Body because any one of us taken individually would present an incomplete image, one partly false and always distorted, like a single glass chip hacked from a mirror. But collectively, in all our diversity, we can come together as a community of believers to restore the image of God in the world. (In His Image, Philip Yancey and Dr. Paul Brand, p. 40)

Homeless people bear God's image too.

But what if I create a universe that is free, free even of me? What if I veil My Divinity so that the creatures are free to pursue their individual lives without being overwhelmed by My overpowering Presence? Will the creatures love Me? Can I be loved by creatures whom I have not programmed to adore me forever? Can love arise out of freedom? My angels love me unceasingly, but they can see Me at all times. What if I create beings in My own image as a Creator, beings who are free? But

Perhaps there is a God like firelight, but all we can see is the shadows that we cast ourselves when we walk in front of the fire. Then we see great leaping shadows and think that this is God, but really it is only our own image.

Time is the moving image of reality

What is spoken of the unchanging or intelligible must be certain and true; but what is spoken of the created image can only be probable; being is to becoming what truth is to belief.

No I'm worrying about people taking pictures and putting them on Facebook. That crap never dies. Kind of like you Mikey.

She's nice when it suits her. That doesn't mean she's nice.

Personally, I felt yoga was something to retreat from, not toward, so the mental image involved me sitting cross-legged with an open book in my lap while everyone else did the Spread-Eagle Ostrich.

being the mother of the new race, for she will bear many offspring, children who will be formed in Shacket's image, blessed with his superior genes. They won't be merely children, but demigods incorporating the diverse attributes of many species.

To an extent, his good looks would insulate him from suspicion, for in this new century, image trumped substance and appearance often mattered more than truth.

On the one hand, the attorney general, Tio Barbizon, now owed him a favor. On the other hand, if this situation couldn't be contained and if it blew up on them, Hayden might suffer some damage to his image for having acceded so quickly to Barbizon's request. What

stay silent, say nothing, and maybe people would like you. And if you didn't tell them what an embarrassing mess you were, maybe they wouldn't notice.

Maybe, when you hear the name Beverly, you think of Beverly Hills--people wandering the streets with their heads shot off by money.

we parked under a strange sky with a faint image of a quarter-moon super imposed on it.

She had straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a rock the size of a Prius on her left ring finger, and she might have been pretty if the skin weren't stretched so tight against her face it gave her the unfortunate look of someone who'd been struck by lightning during an orgasm.

God does not need us to protect him. Many of us perhaps need to have our notion of God deepened and expanded. It is often said, half in jest, that God created man in his own image and man has returned the compliment, saddling God with his own narrow prejudices and exclusivity, foibles and temperamental quirks. God remains God, whether God has worshippers or not.

After all, we are created in the image of a God who is a diversity of persons who exist in ineffable unity. This

If God makes man in His image, we all return the favor.

I'm not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind." Buck's brows rose at that. "Constructed?" he echoed, surprised. "Who builds God?" That actually made Roger laugh, which made him feel a little better, if only momentarily. "We all do," he said dryly. "If God makes man in His image, we all return the favor.

Father to son. And with that thought, all the disconnected, fragmentary, scattered fancies in his brain dropped suddenly into a single, vivid image: Jamie Fraser, seen from the back, looking over the horses in the paddock at Helwater. And beside him, standing on a rail and clinging to a higher one, William, Earl of Ellesmere. The alert cock of their heads, the set of their shoulders, the wide stance—just the same.

Jamie resumed his movements. "Well, if God made man in His own image, I should imagine He's got a cock." He started to laugh as well, losing his rhythm again. "Though ye dinna remind me much of the Blessed Virgin, Sassenach.

People just associate me with comedy - not that I mind. I don't mind that at all.

I think that people assume when they meet me that I'm going to judge what they're wearing.