Quotes About Chalice

Power's not a chalice. It's a hammer. And it only does one thing. Power smashes. The subtext of all power is extortion. It's always the threat of force, of imprisonment, the threat of death. Always."

Your tears were collected by the angels and were placed in a golden chalice, and you will find them when you present yourself before God.

Nico drank from the chalice, then offered it to Jason. You asked me about trust, and taking a risk? Well, here you go, son of Jupiter. How much do you trust me? Frank wasn't sure what Nico was talking about, but Jason didn't hesitate. He took the cup and drank.

Night and day the streets resounded with music, song, and the clinking of chalices and tankards, for it is well known that nothing is such thirsty work as the acquisition of knowledge.

The Host and the Chalice upon the alter plead before God on our behalf just as our Lord sacrificed on the Cross pleaded for us on Good Friday because it is identically the same sacrifice which is renewed on our alters in an unbloody manner.

She thought, I need no cup. I am Chalice. I am filling with the grief and hurt and fear of my demesne; the shattered earthlines weigh me down; I am brimming with the needs of my people.

Your Chalice, Master, sees all things clearly, which is both her strength and her weakness.

My grail chalice has been filled with an elixir that is perhaps headier than the wine of fact-it is filled with swirling, essential uncertainty and the difficult, mature task of dwelling in such a state.

I had just taken an enormous bite of peanut-butter sandwich. I wasn't like Riley, who always seemed able to leave a meal at any point, regardless of how much she had or hadn't eaten. Pushkin said that was the greatest good fortune: being able to leave the table before the wine was drained from the chalice. Not me; I was eating my sandwich. Riley lingered a moment, looking concerned, then left.

from the chalice of this realm of spirits foams forth Him his own infinitude.

When corruption (corruptio specierum) sets in, e. g. when the host becomes mouldy or the contents of the Chalice sour, Christ is no longer pres ent. The cessation of the Real Presence must not, how ever, be conceived as a " retransubstantiation," 27 for while Christ may be the terminus ad quern of a substan tial conversion, He can never become its terminus a quo.

The question arises: How can the Lord's Blood be truly shed in the Chalice? Such an unbloody shedding of blood seems to involve a contradiction. It is possible and necessary to distinguish a twofold

My love let me be your chalice your holy grail of dreams.

Meanwhile, back in the torture room, the cardinal is now being forced to bleed into a chalice and consecrate his own blood, not to God, but to Satan. They also cut off his big toe, and he is made to hold it up like a Host and say, This is my body, the keenwitted Angelo observing that it's the first time he's told anything like the truth in fifty years of systematic lying.

O Lord, we cannot go to the pool of Siloe to which you sent the blind man. But we have the chalice of Your Precious Blood, filled with life and light. The purer we are, the more we receive.

She who received the seed of eternal glory Now dispenses grace, the seed of glory-to-come. My womb was the chalice of the impenetration of God That became the Incarnation of God and man

Jimmie would forever be the Renaissance humanist, bearing his faith and optimism like a white light inside a chalice.

The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits. The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates. Adorned in masters' loving art, She lies. She rests at last beneath the starry skies.

The chalice," he said, "resembles a cup or vessel, and more important, it resembles the shape of a woman's womb. This symbol communicates femininity, womanhood, and fertility.

The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits. The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates. Adorned in masters' loving art, She lies. She rests at last beneath the starry skies.

Bajo la antigua Rosllin el Grial espera... Por maestros ornado con amoroso esmero. La espada y el cáliz guardan su puerta. Reposa por fin, bajo un estrellado cielo.

Bajo la antigua Roslin el Grial espera... Por maestros ornado con amoroso esmero. La espada y el cáliz guardan su puerta. Reposa por fin, bajo un estrellado cielo

West-central Fife could use a spot of communion itself. It would drink the wine and pawn the chalice.

In a word, everything [15]was sadness and bitterness. And still peace, always peace, reigned at the bottom of the chalice.