And at that moment, Thibaut knew he was a murderer. He had murdered his brother that night; he had taken away his brother's soul.
Mental prayer is, as I see it, simply a friendly intercourse and frequent solitary conversation with Him who, as we know, loves us.
As I leave the garden I take with me a renewed view, And a quiet soul.
There is no sin unless through a man's own will, and hence the reward when we do right things also of our own will." ( )
The Rose does not preen herself to catch my eye. She blooms because she blooms. A saint is a saint until he knows he is one.
Nothing but prayer can make saints because nothing but God can make saints, and we meet God in prayer. Prayer is the hospital for souls where we meet Doctor God.
I was the big, bossy older sister, full of enthusiasms, mad fantasies, desperate urges to be famous, and anxious to be a saint - a settled sort of saint, not one who might have to suffer or die for her faith.
Monsieur Saint Laurent was pathologically shy, and he made the Saint Laurent woman in his own image. Like her, I am shy. And to protect myself, I adopted something of an androgynous look, just as his women did.
Allegorical stories of saints battling with giants, monsters and demons may be interpreted as symbolizing the Christian's fight against paganism. At Bwlch Rhiwfelen (Denbigh) St Collen fought and killed a cannibal giantess, afterwards washing away th...
If the angels were capable of envy, they would envy us for two things: one is the receiving of Holy Communion, and the other is suffering.
Suffering is the greatest treasure on earth; it purifies the soul. In suffering, we learn who our true friend is.
I am quite sure I am more afraid of people who are themselves terrified of the devil than I am of the devil himself.
Your job is to abide in my pasture Eating sweet grass and drinking pure water, And sharing both with others— That is a lamb’s business.
It is true, law and war are much alike. War is but a more public kind of lawing; and law is but a more private kind of waring; and both of them remedies of the last refuge.
What mattered to her was that she loved God, whether or not He granted her the consolation and joy of His felt presence.
Fred Weasley: How you feeling, Georgie? George Weasley: ...Saint-like. Fred Weasley: ...Come again? George Weasley: Saint-like. [points to ear] George Weasley: I'm holey.
Forgetting himself for a moment, Francis brought his hand out from under his frock in order to bless the multitude. When the people saw his wound they bellowed madly. The women dashed forward with mantles outstretched to catch the drops; the men thru...
Seventy times seven" is a medicine for a healing community, not for a community with all the answers beforehand and all the appropriate punishments afterwards.
What if the church should be less concerned with creating saints than creating a world where we do not need saints? A world where people like Mother Teresa and MLK would have nothing to do.
As rain began to fall, Aldric worried the old machines would not be able to survive the weather. "Hand me that oil can!" he shouted to Siomon. Magic machines need oil?" asked Simon. Of course they need oil. They're not perfect.
There is nothing greater than love; it is stronger than any evil, any darkness. Show me the way, Jesus! Love is the answer. If we love one another, then we need not fear anything else. Love is everything.
