Quotes About Spirituality

Of course, I don't believe in God,' Dr Kellet said. 'But I believe in heaven. One has to

The convent smelled like every Catholic church Jackson had ever been inside—an excess of incense and Mansion House polish.

of course, i don´t believe in god; Dr Kellet said. but i believe in heaven. one has to.

If she imagined God at all, it was as a vague entity that hung around behind her left shoulder, rather like a nagging parrot.

I know where we will hide man's divinity, we will hide it inside him. He will search the whole world but never look inside and find what is already within.

She thought of Dr Kellet and Pindar. Become such as you are, having learned what that is. She knew what that was now. She was Ursula Beresford Todd and she was a witness. She opened her arms to the black bat and they flew to each other, embracing the air like long-lost souls. This is love, Ursula thought. And the practice of it makes it perfect.

Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. JOHN 8:32

When God says no to your harmless desires, it's time to get another God.

Our spirits are full of possibilities, yet we tie ourselves down to socially-prescribed names and categories so we're acceptable to more people. We take on identities that no one has to think about, and that's probably how we become and why we remain men and women.

Suddenly she wants to fall to her knees and pray for the poets. She imagines them with immaculate ravaged faces, with necklaces of ransacked moons, with teeth which are black stubs. Poets are collections of unused crescents and bandages, confused images and terrible departing.

To become sensible of oneness with the Divine heart before any sense of separation has been felt, this is surely the most beautiful way for the child to find God.

Not all at once can the soul talk with God, be He ever so near.

The dried yellow petals of St. John's wort, which Old Marie called 'chase-devil' for the way it could drive the megrims away. Gaudy calendula, bright as the sun. Sweet-smelling lemon balm, guaranteed to lift the spirits with its aroma alone.

The Coven of Witches, however, believed only in the natural forces of the world. Everyone was free to seek their own path to wisdom and to worship in whatever way they pleased. If they prayed, it was to Eà, who encompassed both light and darkness, life and death, the creative and the destructive. Eà was neither good nor evil, male nor female. Eà was both and neither.

It was Harif who'd taught him to see that Saracens, Jews and Christians were following but different paths to the one God.

If you take away the mystery of God and reduce everything to the commonplace, you take away much of the beauty in their lives.

Those who want to hear the voice of pagan gods in wind and thunder, who want to see fairies dance in the moonlight, who can believe that faith can move mountains, can follow the thread on the pages of this book. It is a fragile thread; it cannot bear the weight of facts and dates.

God does not know whether a skin is black or white, He sees only souls.

Church always seemed the same. Jess could tune it out the same way he tuned out school, with his body standing up and sitting down in unison with the rest of the congregation but his mind numb and floating, not really thinking or dreaming but at least free.

Intoxicated as he was with the heavens, he could not imagine needing anything on earth.

Prayer is not asking for what you think you want, but asking to be changed in ways you can't imagine.

The ordinary activities I find most compatible with contemplation are walking, baking bread, and doing laundry.

This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.

We shortchange ourselves by regarding religious faith as a matter of intellectual assent. This is a modern aberration; the traditional Christian view is far more holistic, regarding faith as a whole-body experience. Sometimes it is, as W.H. Auden described it, 'a matter of choosing what is difficult all one's days as if it were easy.