Quotes About Spirituality

I knelt and prayed, and the strongest truth came over me. Didn't matter if God in his heaven was a Catholic or a Protestant God, or the God of the Hindus. What mattered was something deeper and older and more powerful than any such image - it was a concept of goodness based upon the affirmation of life, the turning away from destruction, from the perverse, from man using and abusing man. It was the affirmation of the human and the natural.

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

Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we'll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

Maybe a new religion will rise now. Maybe without it, man will crumble in cynicism and selfishness because he really needs his gods.

I touched the small sacred images. I shook my head and bit my lip, as if to say, How awful that he should have stolen these! But I also found it very funny. And further proof that God had no power over me.

That's the glory of it; thousands of years have passed and yet you can follow Him so close!

In his refusal to believe in anything supernatural or inherently evil, he was as unrealistic as an old voodoo queen who sees spirits everywhere.

Don't be a fool for the devil, darling! Unless he treats you a damn sight better than the Almighty!

The blood ran in tiny rivulets down his white face, as if from Christ's Crown of Thorns, his long blond hair flying out as he turned full circle, his hand ripping at his shirt, tearing it open down his chest, the black tie loose and falling. His pale crystalline blue eyes were glazed and shot with blood as he screamed the unimportant lyrics.

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

Give me the heartbeat. Give me the salt. Give me the Viaticum. Fill my mouth.

Your life will be filled with good things, for the demons are slain; and you will inherit Eden

It was almost as if he had become, in his inveterate goodness, a little bit of a simpleton as is bound to happen, I think, if and when one gives oneself absolutely to God.

listen to the silence of those who've learned to pray for nothing. For nothing has always been their portion, whatever the name of their nation, their city, their tribe.

In your love for one another, I heard the echo of Heaven.

There is not a single one of us, no matter how old, that does not have a moral heart, an educated heart, a heart that learned to love while human, and a heart that should have learned ever more deeply to love as preternatural.

And you are with us and one of us, and we are the people of the moon and the stars.

Ah forever! I said. I have such a love of that word, forever. Yes, it is a timeless word, he said, raising his mossy eyebrows as he looked at me. Time is ours, but forever belongs to God, don't you think?

A flame burned in him, a faith that a comprehending Power existed, animating all this that it had created, and sustaining it with a love beyond anything that he, Reuben, could imagine.

Maybe those who rose into the Light simply died, and the universe beyond this world was silent.

Lord, set my heart afire with faith, because I am losing faith. Lord, touch my heart, and set it afire.

First and foremost, there is one God, and his name does not matter. Yahweh, Ahuramazda, Zeus, Aten, it does not matter at all.

The world was one thing, but all people are not of it. Some are better than it, apart from it, more splendid, untouchable and pure.