Quotes About Spirituality

He had to undress and then kneel and say his own prayers before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died.

Ay say aye. I affirmly swear to it that it rooly and cooly boolyhooly was with my holyhagionous lips continuously poised upon the rubricated annuals of saint ulstar.

What doth it profit a man to gain the whole world if he suffer the loss of his immortal soul?

What did it proft a man to gain the whole world if he lost his soul?

God and the Blessed Virgin were too far from him: God was too great and stern and the Blessed Virgin too pure and holy.

The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered. —O, Haines said, you have heard it before? —Three times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily. —You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked . I mean, a believer in the narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a personal God. —There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said. 21

His soul had loved to muse in secret on this desire. He had seen himself, a young and silent-mannered priest, entering a confessional swiftly, ascending the altarsteps, incensing, genuflecting, accomplishing the vague acts of the priesthood which pleased him by reason of their semblance of reality and of their distance from it.

He lived his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his relatives at Christmas and escorting them to the cemetery when they died. He performed these two social duties for old dignity's sake but conceded nothing further to the conventions which regulate the civic life.

Were all important in god's eyes.

Hushkah, a horn! Gadolmagtog! God es El?

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place." ? James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

That is God ... A shout in the street.

YaÅŸlan?p ac?nas? bir ÅŸekilde eriyip tükenmektense bir tutkunun ihtiÅŸam?yla öteki dünyaya göçmek daha iyiydi.

Why was he kneeling there like a child saying his evening prayers? To be alone with his soul, to examine his conscience, to meet his sins face to face, to recall their times and manners and circumstances, to weep over them.

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.

God and morality and religion come first.

Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got pound. Buzz. Buzz. But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. I that sinned and prayed and fasted. A child Conmee saved from pandies. I, I and I. I.

Su alma se desvaneció lentamente al escuchar el dulce descenso de la nieve a través del universo, su dulce caída, como el descenso de la última postrimería, sobre todos los vivos y los muertos.

or a jaculation from the garden of the soul.

In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work.

Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences.

What did it avail to pray when he knew that his soul lusted after its own destruction?

Turks, it's in the dogma. Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they die they'd try to live better — at least, so I think.