Quotes About Sacred

The author of the document would one day come to believe that it was sacred scripture and that his writing desk was a holy object.

Some men look at Constitutions with sanctimonious reverence, and deem them, like the ark of the covenant, too sacred to be touched," he wrote in 1816.40

W]hen a group of people make something sacred, the members of the cult lose the ability to think clearly about it. Morality binds and blinds.

The burning bush must not be consumed.

the current division of the shtetl into its two sections, the Jewish Quarter and the Human Three-Quarters. All so-called sacred activities—religious studies, kosher butchering, bargaining, etc.—were contained within the Jewish Quarter. Those activities concerned with the humdrum of daily existence—secular studies, communal justice, buying and selling, etc.—took place in the Human Three-Quarters. Straddling the two was the Upright Synagogue.

Waarom? Omdat god de plagiaris liefheeft. Niet voor niets staat geschreven: 'En God schiep de mens naar Zijn beeld; naar het beeld van God schiep Hij hem.' God is de eerste aller plagiarissen. [...] Dus als wij plagiaat plegen, scheppen wij in feite 'naar het beeld van' en dragen we bij aan de vervolmaking van de schepping.

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

Lo recuerdo (yo no tengo derecho a pronunciar ese verbo sagrado, sólo un hombre en la tierra tuvo derecho y ese hombre ha muerto) con una oscura pasionaria en la mano, viéndola como nadie la ha visto, aunque la mirara desde el crepúsculo del día hasta el de la noche, toda una vida entera.

I remember him (I have no right to utter this sacred verb, only one man on earth had that right and he is dead) with a dark passion flower in hand, seeing it as no one has ever seen it, though he might look at it from the twilight of dawn til that of evening, a whole lifetime.

I was intrigued by the definition of the Force. Ben Kenobi says, "The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, it penetrates us, it binds the galaxy together." And I've read in The Hero with a Thousand Faces similar descriptions of the world navel, of the sacred place, of the power that is at the moment of creation.

Friendship is a sacred word, a holy thing; it is never developed except between persons of character, and never takes root except through mutual respect; it flourishes not so much by kindnesses as by sincerity. What makes one friend sure of another is the knowledge of his integrity: as guarantees he has his friend's fine nature, his honor, and his constancy.

Fight in the cause of God Those who fight you, But do not transgress limits; For God loveth not transgressors. 191. And slay them Wherever ye catch them, And turn them out From where they have Turned you out; For tumult and oppression Are worse than slaughter; But fight them not At the Sacred Mosque, Unless they (first) Fight you there; But if they fight you, Slay them. Such is the reward Of those who suppress faith. 192.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart's sacred lands?

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

Only the other world has substance and reality; only good deeds and holy learning have tangible worth.

Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy.

The great lesson from the true mystics, from the Zen monks, and now also from the Humanistic and Transpersonal psychologists -that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one's daily life, in one's neighbors, friends, and family, in one's back yard, and that travel may be a flight from confronting the sacred- this lesson can be easily lost. To be looking elsewhere for miracles is to me a sure sign of ignorance that everything is miraculous.

If 'ecstasy' meant the sudden intrusion of the sacred into the ordinary, then it had just happened to me.

Big Ammachi scans the darkened walls. Long ago this stopped being a kitchen, becoming instead sacred space, a faithful companion that cosseted her with its warm, scented embrace.

But for a four-year-old, everything is sacred and ordinary.

By associating votive offerings with sacred images, the Catholic Church, it its wisdom, had left its formerly pagan flock a legitimate outlet for the inveterate impulse to associate oneself, or one's own effigy, with the Divine as expressed in the palpable form of the human image.

The work of art still has something in common with enchantment: it posits its own, self-enclosed area, which is withdrawn from the context of profane existence, and in which special laws apply. Just as in the ceremony the magician first of all marked out the limits of the area where the sacred powers were to come into play, so every work of art describes its own circumference which closes it off from actuality.

Fun has a sacred dimension.