“So your strength is failing you? Why don't you tell your mother about it? ... Mother! Call her with a loud voice. She is listening to you; she sees you in danger, perhaps, and she-your holy mother Mary-offers you, along with the grace of her son, the refuge of her arms, the tenderness of her embrace ... and you will find yourself with added strength for the new battle.” ChristianMotherVoiceGraceFailingDangerSonArmsListeningHolyBattleOffersEmbraceLoudFinding YourselfMaryTendernessRefugeLoud VoicesHoly MaryMother Mary Author:Josemaria Escriva
“The Lord's angel, Gebrail, dictated the Koran to Mohammed the Lord's Prophet. What a joke if all that holy book were only twenty-three years of listening to the desert. A desert which has no voice.” IfsYearsBookThreeVoiceLordListeningHolyJokesAngelTwentiesDesertProphetThree YearsHoly Books Book:V. Source: V.
“Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.” HeartStoriesGirlWaterBoysBloodSkyArmsListeningHolyMoonBeatsAngelShadowWingsShipsFallenInstantChestsPrincessRescueSailingRemindingWill HerondaleTessa GrayClockworkWeakeningBallroomBalconiesClockwork PrincessClockwork AngelJugsHoly Water Book:Clockwork Princess Source: Clockwork Princess
“[The writers of the holy books] did not even know the earth revolves around the sun. Why are we listening?” KnowsBookEarthReligionSunListeningHolyHoly Books Author:Lawrence M. Krauss
“O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth, And let thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.” EyeTurnsMorningIssuesClearFeetLandWindListeningHolyTasteKissingApproachSpringAngelWindowSickBreathsLongingWesternEveningTheeHillsValleysLocksOur LovePearlsEasternMournGarmentsChoirHailIsleLove Sick Book:Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)