Quotes About Faith

Do you know where the wicked go after death? They go to hell, was my ready and orthodox answer . . . What must you do to avoid it? I deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come was objectionable: I must keep in good health , and not die." (Jane Eyre)

Todos os pecadores se sentiriam mal no céu.

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere...

I'll go with him as far as the park,' he said. 'You'll go with him to hell!' exclaimed his master

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

They say that God is everywhere and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furniture is love.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies

La esperanza es esa cosa con plumas que se posa en el alma y canta sin parar.

I many times thought peace had come, When peace was far away; As wrecked men deem they sight the land At centre of the sea, And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I, How many the fictitious shores Before the harbor lie.

God is indeed a jealous God — He cannot bear to see That we had rather not with Him But with each other play.

I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels, twice descending, Reimbursed my store. Burglar, banker, father, I am poor once more!

Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest! Please God, might I behold him In epauletted white— I should not fear the foe then— I should not fear the fight!