Quotes About World

I DRAW ASIDE THE CURTAIN. You mock us with the beauty of your world.

O God, make me poor enough to love yurd diamond in the rough, or in my failure let me see, my greed raised to mistery. Do you hate the one who must turn your world all to dust? Do you hate the ones who ask if Creation wears a mask God beyond the God I name, if mask and fire are the same, repair the seam my love leaps through , uncreated fire to pursue. Network of cretated fire, maim my love and my desire. Make me poor so I may be, servant in the world I see

O master of my breath, create a man around these nostrils, and gather my heart toward the gravity of your name. Form me again with an utterance and open my mouth with your praise. There is no life but in affirming you, no world to walk on but the one which you create.

and tremble before the furnace of light in which you are formed and to which you return, until the time when he suspends his light and withdraws into himself, and there is no world, and there is no soul anywhere.

The greatest miracle that God can do today is to take an unholy man out of an unholy world and make him holy, then put him back into that unholy world and keep him holy in it.

Is the world crucified to you or does it fascinate you?

Preacher brethren, this is the time to blush that we have no shame, the time to weep for our lack of tears, the time to bend low that we have lost the humble touch of servants, the time to groan that we have no burden, the time to be angry with ourselves that we have no anger over the devil's monopoly in this ''end time'' hour, the time to chastise ourselves that the world can so easily get along with us and not attempt to chastise us.

It has been well said that there are only three classes of people in the world today: those who are afraid, those who do not know enough to be afraid, and those who know their Bibles.

At this grim hour, the world sleeps in the darkness, and the Church sleeps in the light;

The Spirit-filled believer will hate iniquity, injustice, and impurity; and he will militate against all of them. Because Paul hated the world, the world hated Paul. We, too, need this disposition of opposition.

If we today could rediscover the virtue in that Name, the victory in that Name, the violence in that Name, we could set this world alight for God. Most of us have enough grace to scrape through the day, but we have nothing over. We are conquerors but are not "more than conquerors." We can fight off the enemy but cannot take any prisoners. Ours is a defense action, not an attacking power.

Yet it is strangely true that we can get more ''apparent'' concern for people across the world than for our perishing neighbors across the street! With all our mass-evangelism, souls are won only in hundreds. Let an atom bomb come and they will fall by the thousands into hell.

The world is not waiting for a new definition of the Gospel, but for a new demonstration of the power of the Gospel.

Only when we are thus ''dead to the world and all its toys, its idle pomp and fading joys'' can we feel the freedom that Paul knew.

What is the difference between a living thing and a dead thing? In the medical world, a clinical definition of death is a body that does not change. Change is life. Stagnation is death. If you don't change, you die. It's that simple. It's that scary.

The violent but narrow passions that pass under the name of patriotism are not the noblest forms of human and social emotions. The world, or the people who, unfortunately, have most to say in governing the world, believe no such thing, and will not believe it when the representatives of States meet again to decide how to fill up the graves which they helped dig in Europe.

Il libro è una cosa: lo si può mettere su un tavolo e guardarlo soltanto, ma se lo apri e leggi diventa un mondo." - Leonardo Sciascia

The world was stirring awake again, and he had a list of things to do today in his green notebook. Fish delivery Fuckery

Do you not see the hand of God, which gives harmony, light, and love to the world? Do not the mountains, in the blue cloud of incense, sing their hymn of glory?

The long tentacles of vision and understanding have withdrawn and all that is left to me is the ragged black hole of my loss. Loss and the world around. A noisy puzzle whose solution is another puzzle noisier and more stupid. The circle widens toward nothing. The answer is hiding somewhere, if I could only read.

Los libros hablaban y hablaban y Dios iba diciendo: pronto se acabará el mundo.

Paris was the cross-roads of the world.

In more metaphysical terms, it becomes a safe place in which one sleeps, dreams, and grows before emerging back into the world. Either way, it's a place not merely of shelter, but of incubation.

he wasn't a failure. He made for himself a world fit for himself to live in.