Quotes About Prodigal

We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away.

Home is elusive. It shapeshifts with the currents of my heart and its will. Home is a trickster changing according to the medicine of the season and its lesson. -Prodigal Daughters (Kimberly Wesnaut)

Maybe it is the thunders who breathed life into my body. They are forever wanting to lift me high and carry me away. -Prodigal Daughters (Kimberly Wesnaut)

Not all Prodigals are downtrodden or live in the pig pen, quite the opposite for one third of all prodigals are very successful in life and their only hang up is the big brother not allowing them to come home

We all know the story of the prodigal son. Confident he knows what is best for him, he recklessly squanders his inheritance. The Occupy Wall Streeters are just that, the prodigal protesters.

These days, when our companies are spinning their wheels and all the street lights are out, when our familiar routes are blocked and our maps are torn, this first signpost of post-Christendom directs us towards a prodigal Christianity that does not stand still in order to attract, does not sit in the seat of authority, and does not walk in the ways of the universal, but instead delights in the paths of the prodigal God

But by faith you look in the mirror and see a robed prodigal bearing the ring of grace on your finger and the kiss of your Father on your face.

There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

In terms of distance, the prodigal's pigsty is the farthest point from home; in terms of time, the pigsty is the shortest distance to the father's house.

Cada vez que te sonreía como dices, sentías que te ponían en tu lugar. Sin duda el sufrimiento era atroz pero también era como un retorno. La hija pródiga en la casa del tormento.

I am that prodigal son who wasted all the portion entrusted to me by my father. But I have not yet fallen at my father's knees. I have not yet begun to put away from me the enticements of my former riotous living.

First, most people think the word prodigal means wayward or lost. It doesn't. Prodigal means lavish or wastefully extravagant. It's like spending money recklessly. It also means to give on a lavish scale. So, in the case of the prodigal son story, you could argue that the father was prodigal since he gave his love freely, on a lavish scale. You might even say recklessly.

Are you faxing kidding me?" Max was delighted. "Am I about to solve a Hawthorne riddle?" "Max!" "The book of Luke," she said, "chapter fifteen, verses eleven through thirty-two. It's a parable." "Which one?" I asked. "The parable of the prodigal son.

Prodigal sons like Barack Obama, Kanye West, and Michael Jordan only come back to Chicago to sell their homes.

Ben told me once that the Greeks had this term, epoché, meaning "I suspend judgment." Useful for those of us prone to making common cause with strangers on buses. Sudden alliances, my brother calls them. I have to be careful. My heart is prodigal.

It is incomprehensible grace to be a prodigal who is held by God again.

If, as we have it on the highest authority, there is more joy in Heaven over one sinner that repenteth, why not sin, provisionally? Why not break the rules, like that Prodigal Son (so much more amusing than his tedious brother) who must have attended so many parties like this evening's, and who still came home to enjoy the fatted calf? Because they had felt so dull without him. So extremely bored with only the spectacle of virtue and hard work to beguile them.

the transition from lost to found is never an easy one. It is never easy to be a prodigal son -- or daughter. It is never easy to say, 'I will arise and go to my father ...' (Luke 15:18, 19). This is never easy, because it is not until our situation becomes completely hopeless that we can humble ourselves to the extent of admitting that such a gross mistake was our own.

What was she to say? The prodigal has returned? The mutineer wishes to be reinstated? The subordinate, having gone to a great deal of trouble to prove her commander wrong, has come back and promises to be a good little subordinate hereafter, or at least until next time?

To Jesus she already is somebody. Like the loving father of the prodigal son, Jesus is frantically scanning the horizon, watching for Madonna to return to him. He's absolutely convinced that she's so valuable that she's worth dying for. 'Greater love has no one than this,' said Jesus in John 15:13, 'that one lay down his life for his friends.' That's what He did for her on the cross!

He was correct about the language, though. Within weeks certain prodigal words started filtering home. They came one at a time or in shy small groups. I remember when sea-kindly showed up, a sentimental favorite, followed by desiccated and massive. Brusque appeared all by itself, which seemed apt; merry and boisterous arrived together. This would be a good time to ask for your patience if I use an adjective too many now and again—even now, some years on, they're still returning.

Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease.

[The prodigal son] wasted his substance with riotous living.