Quotes About Prayers

He could control the body; it was the tainted soul that mocked his prayers.

Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?

Courage is just fear, plus prayers, plus understanding.

And thinkest thou, Viola, that in a mere act of science there is so much virtue? The commonest leech will tend the sick for his fee. Are prayers and blessings a less reward than gold?

I climbed up the door and opened the stairs, Said my pajamas and put on my prayers, Then I turned off the bed and crawled into the light All because you kissed me goodnight!

Someone remembers, someone cares; Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.

Which devour widows' houses, and for a pretense make long prayers.

Goosey goosey gander,Whither shall I wander?Upstairs and downstairs,And in my lady's chamber;There I met an old man who wouldn't say his prayers;I took him by the left legAnd threw him down the stairs.

Oh-do be careful with that! That's my Buddha hand grenade. Twist the head twice and throw it and anyone within ten yards can say their prayers.

Our hearts and prayers go out to the people in London and in Egypt. We're very concerned about it. We are providing our expertise to aid in the investigation in London.

If Truman hadn't published 'Answered Prayers' in parts, he'd have had the drive to finish it. The peacocks took it away from him.

Only later during her prayers had it come to her how cunning Satan could be. Her love for Marcus could become a tool against her, for when her heart and mind were on Marcus, Julia lay forgotten. Nothing must distract her from her mission here. And no one.

Sarah and Michael shared many happy years together. On their seventh anniversary, their prayers were answered with the birth of a son, Stephen. Stephen was followed by Luke, Lydia, and Esther.

Concerns buzzed like flies in her head, and she swatted them with prayers.

O you who know what we suffer here, do not forget us in your prayers.

This myth he'd made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs - what had it come to at last? When the waves receded, the shores of Time would spread out there clean, empty, shining with infinite grains of memory and little else.

Alzó cuatro nudosos dedos—: la erudición de los sabios, la justicia de los poderosos, las plegarias de los justos y el coraje de los valerosos. Pero eso no vale nada... —Cerró los dedos en un puño— sin un gobernante que conozca el arte de gobernar.

the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave.

the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing…." She closed her fingers into a fist. "…without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!

Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things... She held up four big-knuckled fingers. .. the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing... She closed her fingers into a fist. .. without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!

A world is supported by four things. …" She held up four big-knuckled fingers. "… the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing. …" She closed her fingers into a fist. "… without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!

think my father is like the Holy Trinity with three people in him, the one in the morning with the paper, the one at night with the stories and the prayers, and then the one who does the bad thing and comes home with the smell of whiskey and wants us to die for Ireland.

I think my father is like the Holy Trinity with three people in him, the one in the morning with the paper, the one at night with the stories and the prayers, and then the one who does the bad thing and comes home with the smell of whiskey and wants us to die for Ireland.

No, I wouldn't mind after priests telling us that all prayers that are unselfish and not for ourselves reach God's ears.