Quotes About Supernatural

Prayer is the difference between the best we can do and the best God can do.

The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.

Prayer is simple, prayer is supernatural, and to anyone not related to our Lord Jesus Christ, prayer is apt to look stupid.

Where prayer, amulets and incantations work it is only a manifestation of the patient's belief.

Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.

Even our hardest prayers are easy for the Omnipotent One to answer because there is no degree of difficulty.

Learn to worship God as the God who does wonders, who wishes to prove in you that He can do something supernatural and divine.

Prayer gives you a supernatural boldness that you cannot get by any other means

We impoverish God in our minds when we say there must be answers to our prayers on the material plane the biggest answers to our prayers are in the realm of the unseen.

Prayer is not logical it is a mysterious moral working of the Holy Spirit.

I do not believe in demons," I said, mostly to reassure myself that I had not, in fact, witnessed what I had seen. Churchill laughed. "I don't think he cares, old man.

As far as God goes, I _am_ a nonbeliever. Still am. But when it comes to a devil---well, that's something else.

Gliding spiderlike, rapidly, close behind Sharon, her body arched backward in a bow with her head almost touching her feet, was Regan, her tongue flicking quickly in and out of her mouth while she hissed sibilantly like a serpent. Sharon stopped then screamed as she felt Regan's tongue snaking out at her ankle.

Your mother's in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it.

Regan's pulse was astonishing. It hammered at a speed too rapid to gauge. Across the bed, Merrin reached out calmly and with the end of his thumb traced the sign of the cross on Regan's vomit-covered chest. The words of his prayer were swallowed up in the poundings.

Gliding spiderlike, rapidly, close behind Sharon, her body arched backward in a bow with her head almost touching her feet, was Regan, her tongue flicking quickly in and out of her mouth while she hissed sibilantly like a serpent. Sharon stopped then screamed as she felt Regan's tongue snaking out at her ankle. That day, everywhere Sharon went, Regan followed.

Well, the Devil's something else. I could buy that; in fact, maybe I do. You know why? Because the creep keeps doing commercials.

God was alien and cruel,

Have you ever heard of exorcism, Mrs. MacNeil?

Something unspeakable left the room.

William Peter Blatty

And perhaps even Satan—Satan, in spite of himself—somehow serves to work out the will of God.

Mom, my bed was shaking.

he talks to me, Regan, I think he will leave you. Do you want him to leave you?" "Yes." "Let him speak,