Quotes About God

Stivenas staiga d?r? nykš?iu ? lango pus? tardamas: -Štai Dievas. -K?? - paklaus? misteris Dyzis. -Šauksmas gatv?je, - g?žtel?j?s pe?iais atsak? Stivenas.

that was owl the God's clock it was

You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in the narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a personal God. —There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.

It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only God could do that. He tried to think what a big thought that must be; but he could only think of God. God was God's name just as his name was Stephen. DIEU was the French for God and that was God's name too; and when anyone prayed to God and said DIEU then God knew at once that it was a French person that was praying.

That is God ... A shout in the street.

And thanks be to God, Johnny, said Mr Dedalus, that we lived so long and did so little harm.

How beautiful must be a soul in the state of grace when God looked upon it with love!

Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly . . . Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant . . . You love a certain person. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everbody. ('Cyclops', ll. 1493–501)

He thought, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal Wolsey's words: If I had served my God as I have served my king He would not have abandoned me in my old days.

It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.

Pe treptele îndep?rtate ale altarului cel mare, gol precum trupul domnului, preoÈ›ii zac prosternaÈ›i în È™optit? rug?ciune(...) Ea st? în picioare lâng? mine, palid? È™i rece, înveÈ™mântat? în umbrelele naosului negru ca p?catul, cu cotul fragil la braÈ›ul meu (...)Îi v?d ochii întunecaÈ›i È™i plini de suferin??, frumoÈ™i ca ochii unei antilope. O, ran? nemiloas?! Dumnezeu libidinos!

Scripture should be accepted as truth by those who believe it is God-inspired. Here's

Hell is not just a place of torment; additionally it's a place of separation from God.

Universalism is based primarily on optimism and an over-simplistic view of God. The

Can you do anything to bring about a miracle? The answer: God is God, we're not. But for reasons unknown, just as God willingly relates with us, so also he partners with us. He makes miracles happen; through our prayers we can see them happen.

Hell wasn't made for people; God doesn't want anyone to go there. But he is utter goodness—absolute holiness—and evil cannot be in his presence. Without

hell ultimately is separation from God—not only separation from all that is good but also integration with all that is evil. Hence

God—the all-knowing, all-powerful, everywhere-present One—wants closeness with you and me!

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers laced behind my head, and wondered at the complexities and contradictions that must have existed in the earth's original clay when God first scooped it up in His palms.

If we break promises to God, shouldn't we be allowed an occasional violation of our word to our friends and superiors?

Sometimes when that kind of evil comes into our lives, we can't explain it, so we blame it on God or ourselves. In both cases we're wrong. Maybe it's time you let yourself out of prison.

As with all megalomaniacs, he had no handles. He was the type of man the Spanish call sin dios, sin verguenza, without God or shame.

Hackberry Holland's greatest fear was his fellow man's propensity to act collectively, in militaristic lockstep, under the banner of God and country. Mobs did not rush across town to do good deeds, and in Hackberry's view, there was no more odious taint on any social or political endeavor than universal approval.

This man is evil and I wish you hadn't gone after him on your own. But stop judging yourself so harshly. You were protecting a creature who can't protect himself. You don't think God can understand that?" I'm not a theologian, but I believe absolution can be granted to us in many forms. Perhaps it can come in the ends of a woman's fingers on your skin. Some people call it the redemptive power of love. Anyway, why argue with it when it comes your way?