Quotes About Spirituality

If love could tie you to a place from which you never wished to roam then wouldn't it be sensible to suppose that after death it might also tie the atoms that made you to that very same place?

Hold it against the good I've done, she prayed. We'll sort it out when I see You.

It was either God's reply or just April again, in the wind tunnel that was midtown

You would think as you get older your mind would fill up with what they call the spiritual side of things, but mine just seems to get more and more practical, trying to get something settled.

Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown." And he replied, "Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way." Then

Ruth, que quería que todos creyeran lo que ella sabía: que los muertos realmente nos hablan, que, en el aire que rodea a los vivos, los espíritus se mueven, se entremezclan y ríen con nosotros. Son el oxígeno que respiramos.

Christmas was largely ignored in my heaven. Some people dressed all in white and pretended they were snowflakes, but other than that, nothing.

Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain't. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himself on the other end of it, tell him to git lost, say Shug. Conjure up the flowers, wind, water, a big rock.

Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't. But more than anything. God loves admiration. You saying God vain? I ast. Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the colour purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you've found It.

Here's the thing, say Shug. The thing I believe. God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it. And some-times it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don't know what you looking for l. Trouble do it for most folks, I think. Sorrow, Lord. Feeling like shit.

But it ain't easy, trying to do without God even if you know he ain't there, trying to do without him is a strain

And I don't believe you dead. How can you be dead if I still feel you? Maybe, like God, you changed into something different that I'll have to speak to in a different way, but you not dead to me Nettie. And never will you be.

She look like she ain't long for this world but dressed well for the next.

Dear God. Dear stars, dear trees, dear sky, dear peoples. Dear Everything. Dear God.

The Lord don't like ugly, she say. And he ain't stuck on pretty.

God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it.

Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God.

You saying God vain? I ast. Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

I live a very secluded life, a very contemplative life and a very meditative one. That is my ideal life.

Long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.

And to me, wildness means following the growth of love. Like a plant reaching through stone toward the sun-

I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how come I know trees fear man.

But it ain't easy, trying to do without God. Even if you know he ain't there, trying to do without him is a strain.