Quotes About Faith

and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. Mebbe, mebbe, says poor Ben, but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one.

A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes

help me most. I know you'll be as plucky and patient as you have shown yourself to be this past year—I'm not afraid for you. I know that no matter what happens, you'll be Rilla-my-Rilla—no matter what happens. Rilla repressed

Even skeptical Dan prayed, his skepticism falling away from him like a discarded garment in this valley of the shadow, which sifts out hearts and tries souls, until we all, grown-up or children, realize our weakness, and, finding that our own puny strength is as a reed shaken in the wind, creep back humbly to the God we have vainly dreamed we could do without. Peter

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

everything is foreordained and it was bound to happen anyway. But even so, it's nice to think one was an instrument used by predestination.

God is in heaven, all's right with the world - Anne Shirley

You couldn't really expect a person to pray very well the first time she tried, could you?

Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas enterradas.

I said I thought I liked Dean's idea of a succession of lives - I can't make out from him whether he really believes that or not - and Ilse said that might be all very well if you were sure of being born again as a decent person, but how about it if you weren't?

Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley! I never heard them so clearly. They're ringing for peace--and new happiness--and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey things that we can have again now, Miss Oliver. Not that I am sane just now--I don't pretend to be. The whole world is having a little crazy spell today. Soon we'll sober down--and 'keep faith'--and begin to build up our new world. But just for today let's be mad and glad.

But, Felix, you may be sure that God is infinitely more beautiful and loving and tender and kind than anything we can imagine of Him. Never believe anything else, my boy.

I will keep faith, Walter

I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.

If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just FEEL a prayer.

wounded prisoners. I wish I could hope, Miss Oliver—it would help, I suppose. But hope seems dead in me. I can't hope without some reason for it—and there is no reason. When Miss Oliver had gone to her own room and Rilla was lying on her bed in the moonlight, praying desperately for a little strength, Susan stepped in like a gaunt shadow and sat down beside her. Rilla, dear, do not you worry. Little Jem is not dead. Oh, how can you believe

The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth. That

Don't you know ANY good husbands, Miss Bryant? Oh, yes, lots of them—over yonder, said Miss Cornelia, waving her hand through the open window towards the little graveyard of the church across the harbor. But living—going about in the flesh? persisted Anne. Oh, there's a few, just to show that with God all things are possible, acknowledged Miss Cornelia reluctantly.

I am not, proceeded Susan firmly, going to lament or whine or question the wisdom of the Almighty any more as I have been doing lately. Whining and shirking and blaming Providence do not get us anywhere. We have just got to grapple with whatever we have to do whether it is weeding the onion patch, or running the Government. I shall grapple. Those blessed boys have gone to war; and we women, Mrs. Dr. dear, must tarry by the stuff and keep a stiff upper lip.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

How do you like my picture, Phil? It seems a very dull one, said Phil, with a grimace. Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing, said Anne softly. There'll be love there, Phil—faithful, tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world—love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?

Let your spirit soar to heaven with it whenever you use it, like the bird who once bore it.

But he wasn't talking to me,' protested Anne. 'He was talking to God and he didn't seem to be very much interested in it, either. I think he thought God was too far off to make it worth while.

Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them. You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs Lynde says, "Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed." But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.