Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

If the heart wanders or is distracted, bring it back to the point quite gently and replace it tenderly in its Master's presence. And even if you did nothing during the whole of your hour but bring your heart back and place it again in Our Lord's presence, though it went away every time you brought it back, your hour would be very well employed.

O Lord, if there is a Lord, save my soul, if I have a soul.

Love is the only gold.

Lord help my poor soul.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

Sweetest Lord, make me appreciative of the dignity of my high vocation, and its many responsibilities. Never permit me to disgrace it by giving way to coldness, unkindness, or impatience.

Either sex alone is half itself.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.

I believe the devil and the Lord have been dancing all along.

Faith lives in honest doubt.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Look you, Doubloon, your zodiac here is the life of man in one round chapter. To begin: there's Aries, or the Ram -- lecherous dog, he begets us; then, Taurus, or the Bull -- he bumps us the first thing; then Gemini, or the Twins -- that is, Virtue and Vice; we try to reach Virtue, when lo! comes Cancer the Crab, and drags us back; and here, going from Virtue, Leo, a roaring Lion, lies in the path -- he gives a few fierce bites and surly dabs with his paw; we escape, and hail Virgo, the virgin! that's our first love; we marry and think to be happy for aye, when pop comes Libra, or the Scales -- happiness weighed and found wanting; and while we are very sad about that, Lord! how we suddenly jump, as Scorpio, or the Scorpion, stings us in rear; we are curing the wound, when come the arrows all round; Sagittarius, or the Archer, is amusing himself. As we pluck out the shafts, stand aside! here's the battering-ram, Capricornus, or the Goat; full tilt, he comes rushing, and headlong we are tossed; when Aquarius, or the Waterbearer, pours out his whole deluge and drowns us; and, to wind up, with Pisces, or the Fishes, we sleep.

Lord, let me live until I die.

He makes no friends who never made a foe.

Finally, be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of His might. [Ephesians 6:10]

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee and I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

Only he who can say, ''The Lord is my strength,'' can say, ''Of whom shall I be afraid?''

Forgive! How many will say, ''forgive,'' and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!

If I regard wickedness in my heart the Lord will not hear. [Psalms 66:18]

Lord we may know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Why did the Lord give us so much quickness of movement unless it was to avoid responsibility with?

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

A furore Normanorum libera nos, O Domine! [From the fury of the norsemen deliver us, O Lord!];"Medieval prayer

Know the Self as Lord of the chariot, the body as the chariot itself, the discriminating intellect as the charioteer, and the mind as the reins. The senses, say the wise, are the horses; selfish desires are the roads they travel.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

It gets to seem as if way back in the Garden of Eden after the Fall, Adam and Eve had begged the Lord to forgive them and He, in his boundless exasperation, had said, ''All right, then. Stay. Stay in the Garden. Get civilized. Procreate. Muck it up.'' And they did.

I didn't find my friends; the good Lord gave them to me.

But from there you will seek the Lord you God and you will find Him if you search for Him with all your heart and all your soul. [Deuteronomy 4:29]

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

If we had to seek virtue outside of ourselves, that would assuredly be difficult; but as it is within us, it suffices to avoid bad thoughts and to keep our souls turned toward the Lord.

Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.

People try so hard to believe in leaders now, pitifully hard. But we no sooner get a popular reformer or politician or soldier or writer or philosopher --a Roosevelt, a Tolstoy, a Wood, a Shaw, a Nietzsche, than the cross-currents of criticism wash him away. My Lord, no man can stand prominence these days. It's the surest path to obscurity. People get sick of hearing the same name over and over.

Still your mind in me, still yourself in me, and without a doubt you shall be united with me, Lord of Love, dwelling in your heart.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

And now Israel, what does the Lord your God require from you, but to fear the Lord your God, to walk in all His ways and love Him, and to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul. [Deuteronomy 10:12]

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother, weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord. [Lat., Stabat mater, dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa Que pendebat Filius.];"Anonymous

Brief is life but love is long. Alfred Lord Tennyson

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

We say, sorrow, disaster, calamity. God says, chastening and it sounds sweet to him though it is a discord to our ears. Don't faint when you are rebuked, and don't despise the chastening of the Lord. ''In your patience possess your souls.''

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.

Lord Illingworth: All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. Mrs. Allonby: No man does. That is his.

The lot is cast into the heap, but the whole disposing there of is of the Lord.