Quotes About Blessed

Until we have a passionate love for our Lord in the Most Blessed Sacrament we shall accomplish nothing.

O blessed poverty, who bestows eternal riches on those who love and embrace her!

Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.

Truly it is a blessed thing to love on earth as we hope to love in Heaven, and to begin that friendship here which is to endure for ever there.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

Any time you're making a living at what you love to do, you're blessed.

If you have your health, if you have people in your life to love, you are blessed. Slow down and enjoy the simple things in life.

Anyone can love peace, but Jesus didn't say, "Blessed are the peace-lovers." He says ?peacemakers.? He is referring to a life vocation, not a hobby on the sidelines of life.

Dogs are blameless, devoid of calculation, neither blessed nor cursed with human motives. They can't really be held responsible for what they do. But we can." --from The Dogs of Bedlam Farm

Where Francis self-consciously modeled his actions after the Jesus he met in the Gospels, many later saints read accounts of earlier saints like Francis in order to chart their paths and make their decisions according to what the blessed are supposed to do.

If America leads a blessed life, then why did God put all of our oil under people who hate us?

I love it, man I'm 23 years old and I'm lucky enough to write movies as a job! I just feel really blessed and can't believe it's happening.

Secondly, It evidences his blessedness also, as it intimates that this knowledge is above any that flesh and blood can reveal. "This is such knowledge as my Father which is in heaven only can give: it is too high and excellent to be communicated by such means as other knowledge is. Thou art blessed, that thou knowest that which God alone can teach thee." The

I'd long thought that a surfeit of sensitivity could be a killing thing, too much insight malignant in its own right. The best survivors—there are studies that show it—are those blessed with an inordinate ability to deny. And keep on marching.

I'd long thought that a surfeit of sensitivity could be a killing thing, too much insight malignant in its own right. The best survivors--there are studies that show it--are those blessed with an inordinate ability to deny. And keep on marching.

Poverty is not, in Judaism, a blessed condition. It is, the rabbis said, "a kind of death"3 and "worse than fifty plagues" (Bava Batra 116a). They said, "Nothing is harder to bear than poverty, because he who is crushed by poverty is like one to whom all the troubles of the world cling and upon whom all the curses of Deuteronomy have descended. If all other troubles were placed on one side and poverty on the other, poverty would outweigh them all.

A hero called Adin rose from the ranks of the people. He was an ordinary man, a blacksmith who made swords and armor and shoes for horses. But he had been blessed with strsngth, courage, and cleverness.

The blessed and indestructible being of the divine has no concerns of its own, nor does it make trouble for others. It is not affected by feelings of anger or benevolence, because these are found where there is lack of strength.

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called sons of God.

How do we know that dying is so dreadful? Who knows whether in our human fear and anguish, we are only shivering and shuddering at the most glorious, heavenly blessed event in the world? Death is hell and night and cold, if it is not transformed by our faith. But that is just what is so marvelous, that we can transform death.9

We all feel really blessed to have been with my dad for these 85 years.

The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day. It is a blessed baptism which gives the first waking thoughts into the bosom of God.

Earthly love is a brief and penurious stream, which only flows in spring, with a long summer drought. The change from a burning desert, treeless, springless, drear, to green fields and blooming orchards in June, is slight in comparison with that from the desert of this world's affection to the garden of God, where there is perpetual, tropical luxuriance of blessed love.

Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.