Quotes About Holy

The past is all holy to us; the dead are all holy; even they that were wicked when alive.

I never said I was an angel. Nor am I innocent or holy like the Virgin Mary. What I am is natural and serious and as sensitive as an open nerve on an ice cube.

But we all suffer. For we all prize and love; and in this present existence of ours, prizing and loving yield suffering. Love in our world is suffering love. Some do not suffer much, though, for they do not love much. Suffering is for the loving. This, said Jesus, is the command of the Holy One: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. In commanding us to love, God invites us to suffer.

It felt good to stand out from the world, just mysterious and pious. You weren't a lantern under any basquet. You stood out righteous as a sore thumb. You were the one holy man to keep God from crushing all of the Sodom and Gomorrah seething around you in the Valley Plaza Shoping Center.

Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lover's work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.

Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lovers work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.

When a holy was is declared, the end justifies any means to those crusaders.

The Qumran texts are also of interest in reflecting a preference for the expressions "Holy Spirit" and "Spirit of Holiness

and no one can say 'Jesus is Lord' except by the Holy Spirit" (1 Cor 12:3 NRSV). The basic thrust of the statement is that the divine Spirit

irreducible element in it - the element of the sacred.

The brain is a mirror that reflects the One Mind. The mirror is a sacred object. For verily we are the mirror reflections of The Ancient Holy One. In looking at your mirror reflection you see The Only One.

Your brain is a mirror that reflects the One Mind. The mirror is a sacred object. For verily we are the mirror reflections of the Ancient Holy One. In looking at your mirror reflection you see The Only One.

She took the kids to church on Sunday. he didn't go. Couldn't stand the hypocrisy of all those jerks acting holy, floating a saintly foot off the floor (like levitating demons, if you asked him) until they got back into the outside's worldly sewer, returning faster-than-light-speed to their regular gossip, bigotries, and backstabbing.

Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one, A few feet of cold earth, when life is done; A stone at the head, a stone at the feet, A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat; Rank grass over head, and damp clay around, Brave lodgings for one, these, in holy ground!

Every believer is a saint by calling — holy by calling. He is born of God, a partaker of the divine nature, which is holy. By new birth he is holy. He is dead with Christ, risen in Christ — Christ, who has passed through death and is the resurrection and the life, is his life.

Gotta keep an eye on those terrorist polar bears, and make sure Santa's elves aren't planning a holy war.

What manner of mind considers this holy estate [pregnancy] which women are privileged by the Almighty to attain as a slur upon the social conscience?

When the patient began speaking, Robert continued, he sounded unlike any person I have ever met before. Sure, his actions signaled that he was crazy, but his presence… Jessica, his presence was like what I imagine it would be to be close to a holy person or a spiritual master. I mean, that is really the only conclusion I can come to. And the holy guy tried to kill himself? Come on Robert. That just sounds ridiculous.

They will only bring it down!" The secretary's voice was uncomprehending. Crispin did turn then, to look back over his shoulder. They were staring at him, the three of them, so were the others in the Sanctuary. He said, "I understand. But they will have to DO that. Bring it down. I will make what I make, in this civilized, holy place. Others will have to give the orders to destroy. As barbarians once destroyed Rhodias...since it could not defend itself.

O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine! To fold a world in the embrace of God!

Some of it is ugly, obscene and bestial, some of it is pure and holy and spiritual: all of it is myself.

Ay say aye. I affirmly swear to it that it rooly and cooly boolyhooly was with my holyhagionous lips continuously poised upon the rubricated annuals of saint ulstar.

Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath. Allfather, the heavenly man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon the alter. I am the sacrificial butter.

Those who are not giving up their nefarious activities even in the holy month of Ramzan, should their activities not be called unholy?