Quotes About Spirituality

What God asks of men, said Graham, is faith. His invisibility is the truest test of that faith. To know who sees him, God makes himself unseen. Louie shone with sweat.

What God asks of men, said [Billy] Graham, is faith. His invisibility is the truest test of that faith. To know who sees him, God makes himself unseen.

He had no money and no home; he lived entirely on the road of the racing circuit, sleeping in empty stalls, carrying with him only a saddle, his rosary, and his books....The books were the closest thing he had to furniture, and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.

Color, Light, Vibration, Joy— These things are woven by the Divine.

Meditation is a slow melt into Love.

The creative flow is ever-present. If you don't feel it, breathe walk meditate— smile at the universe, and it will smile back." Laura Jaworski

To all the things of earth and sky, give Love.

Trust the soul above all things, for it is made by the Divine hand and woven with threads of truth, eternity, and light.

Be in the World, Not of the World—Kind of like Lucky Charms cereal: there are lots of pretty marshmallows in with the cereal, but they're not the same. So live with the cereal, but remember: you're a pretty marshmallow.

We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man.

But no monk am I in my head, God grant me pardon," he whispered. His body drew closer, velvet and taut elegance. "My confessor has chastised me oft, and bade me study on my sins at length. And so, lady"--he kissed her, the hunger in it sinking down through her like a comet falling--"I have studied.

I think if Jesus would have been alive today, he would have been all about the pot. I think he would have really grooved on it, and that's why he would've gone to jail today.

Dance was a visualization of divinity, a way for dancers to realize that they were not in their bodies—their bodies were inside of them.

I have come to understand god as a mystery for whom it is a privilege to seek or even deny, rather than as one for whom it is my obligation to perform.

Power is a tricky thing, mija. It can lift you up high on its wings and up into the sky where you feel invincible. But sometimes you forget the bigger thing that makes you fly. Without God, without love, you fall. You stop being grateful and humble, and you fall." pg. 230

Me producen escalofríos los que se arrodillan y besan el suelo, los que se flajelan, los que se arrastran y se sacrifican por el Señor y veneran a sus santos y sus ángeles.

Y por qué no, si al fin y al cabo la religión consiste en clavar obsesivamente la mirada en una imagen que está fuera de nuestro alcance.

in the soil too fat and happy, the praying mantises too pious and too plentiful

How do we best cultivate a quiet inner spirit? Do we attend to what feeds and expands our soul? What helps us focus on God? Where is our sacred space? Have we made a cell in our home, at the ocean, or in our favorite park? It is that place where we are away and alone.

I also wonder what it would be like to meet Jesus, and how I'm going to die.

What a strange goblin God must be

Was she like the prairie, only slowly yielding to God's plow in her life? She needed busting, then backsetting, and finally after snow and sun and rain, the seeds could be planted that would sprout into living wheat.

If the eyes had no tears the soul would have no Rainbow.". Laurel Burch

calling out to the world to forget everything except the sublime.