Quotes About Divinity

Thank you, Merciful Lord, for having arranged to provide flowers with fragrance, glow worms with their glow, and to make the stars in the sky sparkle.

T]here is only one zot, thisness. Zot is a feminine word for this. The word zot is itself one of the names of God—the thisness of what is. The

You express your own divinity by being alive and by loving yourself and others.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing.

Imagine, a Being with a mind as great as God's, with feet like trees and a voice like rushing wind, telling you that you are His cherished creation.

All this beauty exists so you and I can see His glory, His artwork. It's like an invitation to worship Him, to know Him.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.) And as I lay there, it occurred to me that God is up there somewhere.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.)

Gods have an ascendency over the angels, who are ministering servants. In the resurrection, some are raised to be angels, others are raised to become Gods."4

Michael stands next in authority to Jesus Christ himself "and presides over the spirits of all men."6

I raised my hand and asked if God was a spirit. And he said yes, He was. So I asked if it was right that a spirit was different from a person because it didn't have a body, wasn't material. And when he agreed, I asked how, if God was a spirit, He could be a man, if He didn't have a body or anything.

I guess God can be whatever God wants to be. Maybe God's so great that even our little rules about material reality and our tiny little universe don't mean anything to God. You ever think of that?

In Campo San Casiano, because he felt no need to hurry, he decided to have a look at the Tintoretto Crucifixion. Brunetti had always been struck by how bored this Christ looked, stuck artfully up there on his cross, posed in front of the hedge of perpendicular spears that divided the painting in half. Christ seemed finally to have come to accept the truth of those warnings that all this business about becoming human would come to no good; He seemed eager to get back to the job of being God.

What if you had never seen the sea before? What if the only thing you'd ever seen was a child's picture - blue crayon, choppy waves? Would you know the real sea if you only knew the picture? Would you be able to recognize the real thing even if you saw it? You don't know what Dionysus looks like. We're talking about God here. God is serious business.

Bethlehem star. But we were not

Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place. -Terri Guillemets

I am That, Thou art That, all this is nothing but That.

You don't have to call it God or Jesus. That's religious humbug to a lot of people, but you've gotta believe that nature and spiritual things surround us. That is what put us here! I thank the universe for that every day of my life.

What's the point of a god who never intervenes?

God is no saint, strange to say. There is much to object to in him, and many attempts have been made to improve him.

I recall learning in my theology classes that in God there is no past, present, or future. There is only an "eternal now.

No matter what God's power may be, the first aspect of God is never that of absolute Master, the Almighty. It is that of the God who puts himself on our human level and limits himself.

dôležitejší je fakt, že ke? sa láska zmocní ?loveka - nechcem poveda? hocijaká láska, hovorím o láske k Bohu a k blížnemu, - celú subjektivitu o?is?uje, a tým o?is?uje aj prame? tvorby.

God is growing bitter, He envies man his mortality.