Quotes About Reverence

How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace Beneath Thy feet we lie afar And see but shadows of Thy face.

There are three hypotheses about the inhabitants of Baucis: that they hate the earth; that they respect it so much they avoid all contact; that they love it as it was before they existed and with spyglasses and telescopes aimed downward they never tire of examining it, leaf by leaf, stone by stone, ant by ant, contemplating with fascination their own absence.

A person can't tell another person what to put between them and their God.

Haggai preached to a people with whom we might secretly sympathize: they were so preoccupied with paneling their own homes that they forgot that the house of the Lord was in ruins. All of which is to say, distraction comes easily, in many forms, and it happens to the nicest people.

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.

The more modern type of reformer goes gaily up to it and says, "I don't see the use of this; let us clear it away." To which the more intelligent type of reformer will do well to answer: "If you don't see the use of it, I certainly won't let you clear it away. Go away and think. Then, when you can come back and tell me that you do see the use of it, I may allow you to destroy it." This

Spend enough time around success and failure, and you learn a reverence for possibility.

We are before one gaze and His is the only one that counts.

God is the one thing, the only thing, I know is true.

Tradition demands that we not speak poorly of the dead.

The space between the television set and the viewer is holy ground.

Where I grew up, in a remote village at the back of a valley, the old still thought the dead needed attending to - a notion so universal, it's enscribed in all religions. If you didn't, they might exact revenge upon the living.

When I was young, I colored in the line drawings in vintage editions of the Oz books that had been handed down through generations in my family. This was a bad thing to do.

Oh, dear God, you have given abundant blessings. I do not deserve them, and I cannot help but ask for more.

As Paul Hawken keenly observed, Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course.… We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.1

Sabbath is not so much about a day off as it is a "day up"—a day to remember that He is God and we are not.

Pray like this: Our Father in heaven, may your name be kept holy." —MATTHEW 6:9 NLT

Quotations (such as have point and lack triteness) from the great old authors are an act of reverence on the part of the quoter, and a blessing to a public grown superficial and external.

Who made the rule that people shouldn't eat or drink in a church?" So they'd tried it. At first it felt awkward, wrong. As though God would be offended if people took a meal in his house. Until they realized that the sacrilege wasn't eating and talking and laughing in the chapel. It was leaving it empty.

Custom had dinned into his ears a superstitious reverence for that which tangibly and physically exists, and had made him secretly ashamed to dwell in visions.

Ye come and go incessant; we remain Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past; Be reverent, ye who flit and are forgot, Of faith so nobly realized as this.

Hallowed be thy name, oh Lord -- and shotgun do your stuff

I always consider the settlement of America with reverence and wonder, as the opening of a grand scene and design in providence, for the illumination of the ignorant and the emancipation of the slavish part of mankind all over the earth.