Quotes About Faith

Bind me-I still can sing- Banish-my mandolin Strikes true within- Slay-and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise- Still thine.

Summer-we all have seen- A few of us-believed- A few the more aspiring Unquestionably loves... .

Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face; Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart: For those may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever. Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why; So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever.

Dich hab ich nicht erreicht- Doch nähert Tag für Tag Sich dir mein Fuß Drei Flüsse noch und ein Berg Ich überqueren muss. Noch Eine Wüste, noch ein Meer, Die Reise aber zähl ich nicht, Wenn ich dann vor Dir steh. Wir schreiten leicht, wie Schnee wir stehen, die Wasser murmeln leis. Flüsse, Wüsten, Berg und Meer sind von uns durchlaufen. Doch Tod entreißt mir meinen Preis, Dich schauend, er gewinnt.

I know that He exists. Somewhere – in silence – He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.

Why joys so scantily disburse, Why Paradise defer, Why floods are served to us in bowls,— I speculate no more.

They're here, though; not a creature failed, No blossom stayed away In gentle deference to me, The Queen of Calvary.

So we must meet apart— You there—I—here With just the Door ajar That Oceans are—and Prayer— And that White Sustenance— Despair— — Emily Dickinson, from "I Cannot Live with You," The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little,Brown and Company, 1960)

Renunciation--is a piercing Virtue-- The letting go A Presence--for an Expectation

And so, upon this wise I prayed, — Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours, But large enough for me.

Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown!

La speranza è la pennuta creatura Che si posa nell'anima E canta melodia senza parole E non smette mai, proprio mai

XXX. Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!

I never saw a Moor - I never saw the Sea - Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be. I never spoke with God Nor visited in Heaven - Yet certain am I of the spot As if the Checks were given -

Ma c'è dell'altro? Oltre all'amore e alla morte? Allora dimmene il nome.

Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is love — shall intercede for us!

Dear Friend - You are like God. We pray to Him, & He answers No Then we pray to Him to rescind the No, & He don't answer at all ...

Not even God can heal; For 't is his institution, — The complement of hell.

They fling their speech By means of it in God's ear;

It is too difficult a Grace- To justify the Dream-

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

I never spoke with God

Hope" is the thing with feathers –

I think of how life takes unexpected twists and turns, sometimes through sheer happenstance, sometimes through calculated decisions. In the end, it can all be called fate, but to me, it is more a matter of faith.