“The passion for art is, as for believers, very religious. It unites people, its message is of common humanity. Art has become my religion - others pray in church. It's a banality, but you don't possess art, it possesses you. It's like falling in love.” PeopleArtHumanityFallPassionChurchReligiousCommonPrayingMessagesArt IsFalling In LoveBelieverBanalityCommon HumanityPassion For Art Author:Francois Pinault
“Everybody prays whether [you think] of it as praying or not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when the sky-rocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at somebody else s pain. The stammer of joy at somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with over your own life. These are all prayers in their way.” ThinkingWayLifeSometimesUsePainBeautifulJoyFallSoundWaterPrayerSilenceSkyPrayingHappeningsVery GoodCrowdsOddOver YouFourthFloatsRocketsJulyVery Beautiful Author:Frederick Buechner
“There whil'st the world prov'd prodigal of breath, the headless trunks lay prostrated in heaps; this field of funerals sacred unto death, did paint out horror in most hideous shapes: whil'st men unhors'd, horses unmast'red, stray'd, some call'd on those whom they most dearly lov'd, some rag'd, some groan'd, some sigh'd, roar'd, promis'd, pray'd, as blows, falls, faintness, pain, hope, anguish mov'd.” MenWorldWarPainFallFieldsPrayingHorrorShapesRedHorseBreathsSacredLaysPaintBlowFuneralAnguishSighHideousRagsTrunksProdigalsHeadless Author:William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling
“I can write about prayer, you can read about prayer, but sooner or later you have to fall to your knees and just plain pray. Then, and only then, will you begin to operate in the vein of God's miracle-working ways.” WayWritingI CanFallPrayerPrayingMiracleKneesSooner Or LaterVeins Author:Bill Hybels
“The Forgotten Man... works, he votes, generally he prays-but he always pays-yes, above all, he pays. He does not want an office; his name never gets into the newspaper except when he gets married or dies. He keeps production going on.... He does not frequent the grocery or talk politics at the tavern. Consequently, he is forgotten.... All the burdens fall on him, or on her, for it is time to remember that the Forgotten Man is not seldom a woman.” MenWantDoeRememberDiesFallNamesPayPrayingOfficeMarriedVoteForgottenProductionsBurdenNewspapersGroceriesTaverns Author:William Graham Sumner