Quotes About Splendor

I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful - an endless prospect of magic and wonder.

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.

The flowers are Nature's jewels, with whose wealth she decks her summer beauty.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

It's the Power of the Almighty, the Splendor of Nature, and then you.

But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth; The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth: Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream.

Sometimes nature seems more beautiful than strictly necessary.

The splendor of God is displayed in the stars with the magnificent of the moon.

It's hard not to stand in awe and enchantment with the beauty in which nature expresses herself.

Do not seek wealth or splendor, but seek true wisdom, freedom, and joy of life.

It is the uncertainty of life that fills life with magnificence and beauty.

Happiness is not in wealth or splendor, but in passion, perception, and pursuit.

Richness does not come from wealth or splendor, but from an appreciation of those things that you cannot buy.

The true poet is called to take in the splendor of the world and for that reason will always be inclined to praise rather than tofind fault.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

Autumn... the year's last, loveliest smile.

Corruption, in these bugs, is splendid.

She lived in a sort of ramshackle magnificence.

By means of art, man values the value of his worldview and the event. With it, the man moves to the ground and phosphoresces at the darkness of reality, illuminating his dark path with its splendor, like a magical dark-eyed eye, so it moves between the stars and so lives.

The evangelical Church today, with some exceptions, is not very inspiring in this regard. It is not being heroic. It is exhibiting too little of the moral splendor that Christ calls it to exhibit. Much of it, instead, is replete with tricks, gadgets, gimmicks, and marketing ploys as it shamelessly adapts itself to our emptied-out, blinded, postmodern world.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

When God made the color purple, God was just showing off.

The world is filled with God's glory. You can't turn without bumping into it.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God's holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.