Quotes About God

Incline us oh God! to think humbly of ourselves, to be severe only in the examination of our own conduct, to consider our fellow-creatures with kindness, and to judge of all they say and do with that charity which we would desire from them ourselves.

Mas será de outro. E se esse for exactamente aquele, de entre todos os outros, que eu menos suporto... Mas não continuarei aqui, para perder toda a sua piedosa boa vontade, mostrando que onde fui mais magoado, menos posso perdoar. Adeus... Deus a abençoe.

Someone once wondered why it is that if a work of Man is destroyed, it is called vandalism, but if a work of nature, of God, is destroyed it is so often called progress.

Live in the present, he said, and trust in God through darkness, pain and fear. Then, as he quoted the biblical passage from Corinthians God will not suffer you to be tested more than you are able

woman, and child offend him? I doubt it. I am sure there were good Nephilim and kind Nephilim like my cousin. They were, it is said, the sons of God, as are you and I. But they were sensuous and irresponsible, and so God saved Noah and his sons and their families, and he saved some animals, and he smashed the rest.

However much these acres looked like a gift of nature, or of God, they were not. We went to church to pay our respects, not to give thanks.

My heart is firmly fixed, O God, my heart is fixed" (Ps. 57:7, The Book of Common Prayer, 664). The

One thing I have no worry about is whether God exists. But it has occurred to me that God has Alzheimer's and has forgotten we exist.

Know, my son, that the enemy will always be with you. He will be in the shadow of your dreams and in your living flesh, for he is the other part of yourself. There will be times when he will surround you with walls of darkness. But remember always that your soul is secure to you, for your soul is entire, and that he cannot enter your soul, for your soul is part of God.

Are you telling me you think Ranger's a superhero?' Think about it. We don't know where he lives. We don't know anything about him.' Superheroes are make-believe.' Oh yeah?' Lula said. 'What about God?

God's a busy guy. He don't have time to micromanage. What are the chances he heard that? It's early in the morning. He's probably having breakfast with Mrs. God.

I was completely out of clean clothes. That meant I could be a slut and sleep naked , or I could be a slob and sleep in what I was wearing. Truth is, I'm not entirely comfortable sleeping naked. I do it from time to time, but I worry that God might be watching or that my mother might find out, and I'm pretty sure they both think nice girls should wear pyjamas to bed.

Well, sure, but I don't bring God into it. I think shower massage might have been invented by the devil. God invented the missionary position.

My feeling is if God wanted me to pick up dog poop he would have made it look like diamonds and smell like roses.

Burg Catholicism was a convenient religion. When the mind boggled, there was always God, waiting in the wings to take the rap. Connie handed me the check and plucked at a clump of mascara hanging at the end of her left eyelash. "I'm telling you, it's fucking hard to be classy," she said.

Superheroes are make-believe. Oh yeah? Lula said. What about God? Hmmmm.

She's a silly old lady,' my mother said. 'You could be a good Christian and turn the other cheek.' 'I'm a plenty good Christian,' Grandma said, 'but I got it on good authority that God wants me to get Bella for Him.

He pooped twice, and I didn't pick it up. My feeling is if God wanted me to pick up dog poop he would have made it look like diamonds and smell like roses.

My father is an equal opportunity bigot. He wouldn't deprive a man of his rights. And he's not a hate-filled man. He simply knows in his heart that Italians are superior, that stereotypes were created by God, and if a person is worth anything at all he drives a Buick.

I walked Grandma to the front door and gave her a hug. 'I love you,' I said to Grandma. 'I love you, too,' Grandma said. 'Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

I love you," I said to Grandma. "I love you, too," Grandma said. "Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?

Maybe there was just the Devil, the real God of this lousy world.