Quotes About Holy

I'm a holy man minus the holiness

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost;As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

The Lord is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.

Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle? who shall dwell in thy holy hill?

As he spake by the mouth of his holy prophets, which have been since the world began:That we should be saved from our enemies, and from the hand of all that hate us.

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all.

Ich am of IrlondeAnt of the holy landeOf Irlonde.Gode sire, pray ich the,For of saynte charite,Come ant dance wyth meIn Irlonde.

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.

Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.

All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above ye Heavenly Host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.             Amen.

It has occurred to me more than once that holy boredom is good and sufficient reason for the invention of free will.

It became apparent to the Fremen that Kynes was not a madman totally, just mad enough to be holy.

When I was younger, I followed the example of an experiment, once performed by Krishnamurti and placed a rock that held no special significance on my mantel and bowed to it each day. I did this deliberately to see whether I could infuse a unique quality into something completely ordinary, simply by incorporating the rock within a morning ritual. At the end of a month, the rock held a special, holy place in my perception.

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my childhood was ending in an explosion of unreal passion that made my life feel sacred and holy.

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my youth was ending in an explosion of unreal passion. Memories like these make my life sacred and holy.

ecclesiastical

to simply know of riches will never materially benefit us. We must make them our own. All fulness dwells in Christ. It is only as we 'apprehend' (which means take hold or take in) Christ through the Holy Spirit can it be possible for these spiritual riches to become ours.

Owls visited them at night. Some thought the owls were witches. Some thought they were angels of death. Some thought they were holy and brought blessings. Some thought they were the restless spirits of the dead. The cowboys thought they were owls.

I have always thought of all creatures-all organisms, really-as relations. Whether wandering alone in deep wilderness or just leaning against a tree growing beside an urban sidewalk, I have had no difficulty feeling, as if in dreamtime, the roots of our relatedness-ecologically, yes, but also with an overlay of the sacred, the holy.

An unavoidable war is called justice. When brutality is the only option left it is holy

Taking off your shoes is a sacred ritual. It is a hallowed moment of remembering the goodness of space and time. It is a way of celebrating the holy ground on which you stand.

In Russian folklore there is an archetype called yurodivy, or the "Holy Fool." The Holy Fool is a social misfit—eccentric, off-putting, sometimes even crazy—who nonetheless has access to the truth. Nonetheless is actually the wrong word. The Holy Fool is a truth-teller because he is an outcast. Those who are not part of existing social hierarchies are free to blurt out inconvenient truths or question things the rest of us take for granted.