Prayer is beyond any question the highest activity of the human soul. Man is at his greatest and highest when upon his knees he comes face to face with God.
Storytelling? God started that. Discovery. Lust. Murder. Revenge. Power. Sin. Redemption. Forgiveness. Miracles. We simply retell the stories in the language of our generation.
A great many people are trying to make peace, but that has already been done. God has not left it for us to do; all we have to do is enter into it.
Our thoughts and perceptions are our god. Our true inner awareness is the purest temple, where I worship every day for the divine.
The simple act of praying and petitioning for prayers is in itself a blessing of God's grace and yet another step toward peace, forgiveness, healing, and salvation, regardless of the initial outcome of the prayer.
We make people into Gods, desperate that they never leave us and hopeful that someday, if we ever deserve it, maybe they’ll love us back even half way.
By the grace of God we will never pluck unripe fruit. We will never press people to decision, because we'll lead them to damnation and not salvation.
Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?
You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.
When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the “suspension of disbelief” and activity of the imagination that are available in novels and movies.
Worshiping the Devil is no more insane than worshiping God...It is precisely at the moment when positivism is at its high-water mark that mysticism stirs into life and the follies of occultism begin.
The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails
Only three things are real: God, human folly, and laughter. Since we can do nothing with the first two, we must do what we can with the third.
Brian Roberts: You're American. Sally: Oh God, how depressing! You're meant to think I'm an international woman of mystery. I'm working on it like mad.
Brian Roberts: You did it, didn't you? Sally: Did what, darling? Brian Roberts: The abortion. In God's name, why? Sally: One of my whims?
Queenie: [talking to infant] You as ugly as an old pot, but you still a child of God...
Edmond: Why? In God's name, why? Fernand: Because you're the son of a clerk, and I'm not supposed to want to be you!
Dorleac: Let's make a bargain. You ask God for help, and I'll stop the moment He shows up.
Tessa Quayle: I thought you spies knew everything. Tim Donohue: Only God knows everything. He works for Mossad.
Christine Collins: I used to tell Walter, "Never start a fight... but always finish it." I didn't start this fight... but by God, I'm going to finish it.
Ed Warren: The devil exists. God exists. And for us, as people, our very destiny hinges on which we decide to follow.
