Quotes About God

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God

A psychiatrist is the God of our age. But they cost money.

Perhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser.

Everywhere the pallid waiting. And you are the moving epitome of all this. Of you, by you, for you. God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?

I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God.

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God, Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility. Fumey, spiritous mists inhabit this place Separated from my house by a row of headstones. I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

with a voice like the thunder of God; a singer, story-teller, lion and world-wanderer & vagabond who will never stop.

They loll forever in collossal sleep; Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up From their fond, final, infamous decay

Rooms.Every room a world. To be god: to be every life before we die: a dream to drive men mad. But to be one person, one woman- to live, suffer, bear children and learn others lives and make them into print worlds spinning like planets in the minds of other men.

The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God, Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.

No woman wants to be in submission to a man who isn't in submission to God!

As God's presence made the tabernacle holy, so too the presence of the Holy Spirit sanctifies believers. Elsewhere

No man has seen God. No man has seen Lucifer. No man that I've ever talked to! It's just a useful way of looking at the world. And seeing into it.

Our own God Soul, our Holy Guardian Angel, whispers to us, "Be not afraid." Can we breathe in some courage and breathe out some compassion, and take up the task at hand? Can we live fully, despite our fears? Can we use the energy of fear to propel us forward instead of using it as an excuse to keep us in place? Can we move ever toward the Work of This God?

What woman would not appreciate a God who becomes her attorney, assumes her case, requires no fee, and wins her the victory?

If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen..

Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man, Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire; Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted; Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God; Who fear the hand at the window, the fire in the thatch, the fist in the tavern, the push into the canal, Less than we fear the love of God.

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God.

What life have you if you have not life together? There is no life that is not in community, And no community not lived in praise of GOD.

I don't know much about gods, but I think the river is a strong, brown god

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of heaven in twenty centuries have bought us farther from God and nearer to the dust

We wait, we wait, And the saints and martyrs wait, for those who shall be martyrs and saints. Destiny waits in the hand of God, shaping the still unshapen: I have seen these things in a shaft of sunlight. Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of statesmen Who do, some well, some ill, planning and guessing, Having their aims which turn in their hands in the pattern of time.

The trouble of the modern age is not merely the inability to believe certain things about God and man which our forefathers believed, but the inability to feel towards God and man as they did.