Quotes About Spirituality

When does a bush that burns become a Burning Bush?

Dreadful deeds were obvious. The divine was often harder to see.

She did believe in God. And she believed that Jane was with him. And suddenly her pain and grief became human and natural. And survivable. She had a place to put it, a place where Jane was with God. It was such a relief. She looked

Abbots and priors and monks, oh my.

They had such a profound effect on those who sang and heard them that the ancient chants became known as "the beautiful mystery.

In trying to capture the beautiful mystery, this monk had invented written music. Not yet notes, what he'd written became known as neumes.

There's a theory," said Myrna. "Not sure if it's Buddhist or Taoist or what, that says that there are certain people we meet time and again, in different lifetimes.

Who made the rule that people shouldn't eat or drink in a church?" So they'd tried it. At first it felt awkward, wrong. As though God would be offended if people took a meal in his house. Until they realized that the sacrilege wasn't eating and talking and laughing in the chapel. It was leaving it empty.

It's a Buddhist belief. One of the states of man from the Wheel of Life. The more you eat the hungrier you get. It's considered the very worst of the lives. Trying to fill a hole that only gets deeper. Fill it with food or money or power. With the admiration of others. Whatever." "The Hungry Ghost,

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Armand wondered if Florence understood that line from The Little Prince. He hadn't, as a child.

That night, after Vespers, this nameless monk sat by precious candle-light, staring at the psalms written so carefully on the vellum. Then he dipped his quill in ink and drew the very first musical note.

But she could no longer say she believed in God and act otherwise. She did believe in God. And she believed that Jane was with him. And suddenly her pain and grief became human and natural. And survivable. She had a place to put it, a place where Jane was with God.

Greek for 'breath.' The monks who first wrote down the chants believed that the deeper we breathe the more we draw God into ourselves. And there's no deeper breath than when we're singing. Have you ever noticed that the deeper you breathe, the calmer you get?" the monk asked.

There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole".

For Frère Mathieu there were no more mysteries. He knew who took his life. And he now knew if there was a God. And a Heaven. And angels. And even a celestial choir.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything." ? Louise Penny, The Brutal Telling

All shall be well. And all shall be well. And all manner of thing shall be well. It was a quote from one of Gamache's favorite writers, the Christian mystic Julian of Norwich.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Armand wondered if Florence understood that line from The

heart. And now here is my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

I know there is an unseen power at work of which we have little comprehension, but I don't really feel I can consult with Jesus about my basoomas.

We all capable of becoming a great individual's who can conquer against all odds. Hence, our Almighty Father vividly states in Jeremiah 29:11 that He has plans to prosper us not to harm us. Thus we must liberate the mind from all negative thoughts that limit the true potential within(Holy Spirit)

Heaven is not the wide blue sky but the place where corporeality is begotten in the house of the Creative.

I think of these desert years of mine, not of my choosing. Maybe if it were all smooth and comfortable, if my pride and professionalism were defining life for me, God's steel-quiet, penetrating word would have been lost in the babble and sheen of success.

I pray my soul will welcome always that small seed. That I will hail it when it enters me. I don't mind being grit, soil, dirt, mud-brown, laced with the rot of old leaves, if only the seed can