Quotes About Spirituality

...is it not kin of the human family with its roots in the earth and its arms stretching toward the sky as if to seek and to know the great mystery?

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

Climb a tree — it gets you closer to heaven.

God touched our hearts so deep inside, our special blessing multiplied.

Welcome to the Church of the Holy Cabbage. Lettuce pray.

I always think of my sins when I weed. They grow apace in the same way and are harder still to get rid of.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person now I was free — there was such a glory over everything, the sun came like gold through the trees and over the fields, and I felt like I was in heaven!

our souls sing of faith, our hearts hymns of love

As a candle cannot burn without fire, so man cannot live without spiritual force.

Let us recognize that our wings are to frivol with. The goal of all civilization, all religious thought, and all that sort of thing is simply to have a Good Time. But man gets so solemn over the process that he forgets the end.

Make time for quiet moments, as God whispers and the world is loud.

If you are losing your leisure, look out, you may be losing your soul.

A very strange and solemn feeling came over me as I stood there, with no sound but the rustle of the pines, no one near me, and the sun so glorious, as for me alone. It seemed as if I felt God as I never did before, and I prayed in my heart that I might keep that happy sense of nearness all my life.

If instead of a gem, or even of a flower, we could cast the gift of a lovely thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving, as the angels... must give.

What if when you die, they ask "How was heaven?"

When the soil disappears, the soul disappears.

Grandma always called her vegetable garden the Chapel — it brought her closer to God, was full of miracles, and fed the hungering of others.

When you get to your wits' end, you will find that God lives there.

Gratitude is as important for feeding your soul as eating is important for feeding your body.

We talk about heaven being so far away. It is within speaking distance to those who belong there.

Being a Scorpio is an intense earthly experience.

God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say them.

It is just as important to set apart time for the development of our aesthetic faculties as for cultivating the money-getting instinct. A man cannot live by bread alone. His higher life demands an impalpable food.

If you can attribute your success entirely to your own mental effort, to your own attitude, to some spiritual essence that you have that is better than other people's, then that must feel pretty good.