Quotes About Chapel

As Alda floated on the surface, the sky overhead reminded her of the deep blue the artist Giotto used on the ceiling of the Scrovegni Chapel in Padua.

Maybe if I'd never set foot in the chapel, everything would have turned out okay. I would have learned to be satisfied with what I had. As I got to my feet after the service, though, I knew it was already too late. The seed was planted for everything that would follow. The damage was already done.

I grew up in the Episcopal Church, went to private school in that church, went to chapel every day.

Being an atheist had never stopped me from enjoying the ritual, community singing, gay friendly and general do-unto-others-as-you-would-have-them-do-unto-you sentiment of the school's chapel services, plus, the school had amazing camping trips. A camping trip that includes margaritas? What's not to like?

When he had gone, she went to her little chapel, and sitting in the twilight, prayed for Beth, with streaming tears and an aching heart, feeling that a million turquoise rings would not console her for the loss of her little sister

They talk o' rich folks bein' stuck up and genteel, but for iron-clad pride o' respectability there's nowt like poor chapel folk. Why, 'tis as cold as the wind on Greenhow Hill -- aye, and colder, too, for 'twill never change.

People who prefer e-books...think that books merely take up space. This is true, but so do your children and Prague and the Sistine Chapel.

But it seemed manipulative to me to make the hungry sit like good dogs for their supper. And it did not surprise me that even when Brother Bill split the air with one of his more rousing sermons, not a single soul ever burst through the chapel doors waving their hands and praising Jesus. At least not while we were there.

I was sent to boarding school - a grim place. The only good thing the headmaster did for us was every Sunday evening in the winter he would show us films in the chapel. He couldn't afford a sound projector, so we saw silent films, which you could then still rent from photographic shops.

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.

All my gloomy years were gone as if a million candles had been lighted in this chapel.

t seemed that Pandora had been with me, that she had been in the very chapel. And the beauty of Pandora seemed bound up with the beauty and presence of Akasha in some intimate way which I could not understand.

He heard you in the chapel and gave you more time to make things better. Time to say what you needed to say, do what you needed to do. It wasn't a joke! It was divine mercy, and you blew it! You were given what billions of people beg for, and you have the audacity to be angry about it?

Since I wrote to you last we have got our chapel beautifully lighted with gas and have had our anniversary.

She crossed herself and gazed at the windows, shedding rainbow colours on the chapel's stone floor. The light from these windows shone just the same as it had when Harry was alive; that had not changed. And she must go on the same too, unchanging, for even when the sun did not shine the colours in the glass still existed.

When I'm building my dome in my chapel, and I had a vision - I've worked on perpetual motion and I haven't never give it up yet. I still think it could be done, perpetual motion. I had a vision of a un resist able windmill.

Chapel services on race day have a calming effect. It's a nice time for us to worship and try to get the message and hear some music and have a little fellowship together before we get to racing.

we brought the wires to the ground at the chapel, and then brought them under the ground to the platform, and hid the batteries there.

There was a chapter called "Tired Hearts" in A Song in the Dark. A romantic girl had promised herself to a young man, but it appeared that he had run away with her best friend. Liesel was sure it was chapter thirteen. " Ã¢â'¬ËœMy heart is so tired,' Ã¢â'¬Â the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary.

My heart is so tired,' Ã¢â'¬Â the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary. No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

There is so much about the history of the Sistine that seems predestined. According to the more reliable sources, work began on renovating the chapel in 1475. In the very same year, in the Tuscan town of Caprese, Michelangelo Buonarroti was born.

He hauled in Michelangelo, commanding the aged maestro to make the naked figures in The Last Judgment "suitable" for the papal chapel. Michelangelo hotly replied: "Let His Holiness make the world a more suitable place, and then the painting will follow suit." That was the last time Buonarroti had anything to do with Carafa.

Almost exactly five hundred years ago, a tormented soul named Michelangelo built a very narrow bridge in the middle of the air in the middle of a chapel in the middle of Rome. This resulted in a masterwork that would change the world of art forever.

Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.