Quotes About Reverence

When you read a short story, you come out a little more aware and a little more in love with the world around you. What I want is to have the reader come out just 6 percent more awake to the world.

When you idolise someone, or you hold someone in such high regard, you just want them to be everything that you think there are - and when they are it's just lovely.

It's a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now, for your very own.

He [God] wants us to talk to him as to a friend or father - authentically, reverently, personally, earnestly.

Most of my favourite guitarists are self-taught, because in a way there's less of a reverence for the instrument itself, so you end up finding and inventing however you want to play it.

I'm not so much a good friend as I'm the savior who wants you to worship him forever.

Before Lord Anomander Rake the crowd in the street shrank back, all thoughts of festivity swept away.

No one lets dead poets lie in peace. We are like old meat on a crowded dinner table.

If you please God, it does not matter whom you displease. And if you displease Him, it does not matter whom you please.

It matters to God what is preached. And it matters to Him how it is preached. No man is free to preach whatever and however he so chooses.

If we want revivals, we must revive our reverence for the Word of God. If we want conversions, we must put more of God's Word into our sermons."8 His gospel preaching was grounded

We owe to the Scripture the same reverence which we owe to God because it has proceeded from Him alone, and has nothing of man mixed with it."14 This was the unshakable foundation of Calvin's preaching-the authority of divinely inspired Scripture. He firmly believed that when the Bible speaks, God speaks.

Servants, drawn to witness the procession, bowed as they passed as if they were blades of grass and the sight of the royal woman was a scythe passing over the field.

It was hard to believe this creature, this perfect being, lay submissive before her.

Ewan Famber had simply been a distant, glamorous icon to his daughter and very possibly, Ari reasoned, once she was old enough to consider it, to his wife as well.

If there were tears upon the face of the lamb, it was only fitting.

The living miracle lying across the room on a rug of black hair, this pale, porcelain miracle, as delicate as spun glass, as tough as steel, was a potential Goddess. And to be used for what? To partake in coldblooded, passionless experiences, without magick or reverence or love. It sickened him.

I had already gathered that the creative people in Sacramante were held in an almost holy regard.

For what I have received, my the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.

Some people are that - more than a parent, more than a role model, more than anything less than a religion.

Some things we must pass over in silence.

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...

You can't fit the Lord in a box. But you can gather stories, tradition, wisdom, and in time, you needn't lower the shelf; God is already nearer to thee.

Some things are too good. They make everything else worthless.