Quotes About Worship

This absolute lack of objectivity might be said to resemble nothing so much as the lack of objectivity these same people had shown during Stalin's life, when they had been so supremely worshipful of his mind and strength of will, of his foresight and genius. Their hysterical worship of Stalin and their total and unconditional rejection of him sprang from the same soil.

What more could he need, this old man whose little leisure was divided between day-time gardening and night-time contemplation? Was not that narrow space with the sky its ceiling room enough for the worship of God in the most delicate of his works and in the most sublime? A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in -what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

The soul falls into contemplation before this sanctuary, where the celebration of love is held.

O mais belo altar – dizia – é a alma de um infeliz que agradece a Deus um benefício.

A creature so beautiful that God would have preferred her to the Virgin and have chosen her for his mother and have wished to be born of her if she had been in existence when he was made man!

People don't come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.

Why must people kneel down to pray? 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 in 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.

As they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushes against the men . . . who were invading Judah, and they were defeated. (2 Chronicles 20:22) Oh, if only we would worry less about our problems and sing and praise more!

Why must people kneel down to pray? 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 in 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.

El que no reza a Dios, reza al diablo

Wherever God is adored, he is adored in virtue of a supernatural doctrine; wherever he is despised, he is despised in the name of nature and reason.

For if the honour paid to Him is shared by others, He altogether ceases to be worshipped, since His religion requires us to believe that He is the one and only God.

Day's weary toil is o'er; No worldly strife my heartfelt worship mars: Beneath the mystery of the silent stars, I tremble and adore.

Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters. Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers.

When it turned out that he could, Karou dropped to her knees to genuflect. "Gods of math and physics," she intoned, "I accept your gift of this clever fair-haired boy

Our priestesses have always taught that divinity, by virtue of its great power, must encompass both beauty and terror.

Det är bara döda själar som drömmer om döden [...]. Det är livet som växer och uppfyller världar. Antingen är det livet man tillber eller döden (s. 78).

Érase una vez dos lunas que eran hermanas. Nitid era la diosa de las lagrimas y la vida, y el cielo era suyo. Nadie veneraba a Ellai, Excepto los amantes secretos.

When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

You haven't prepared yourself for worship if you just practice musical art

It's not the art, it's the heart. What [God] reads during our worship is the inner attitude. Worship is spiritual; it's organic; it's relational.

And when night, guiding her bright train of stars, Throws o'er the sleeping world her gloomy veil, Lonely amidst the desert and the darkness, Musing upon the night's calm majesty; Wrapt up in quietness, with shade and silence, My soul more closely worshippeth Thy presence; With an internal day I feel enlighten'd, And hear a voice, which biddeth me to hope.

All nature is the temple; earth the altar.