“That holy, humble, meek, modest, retiring Form, sometimes called the Spirit of Prayer, has been dragged from the closet, and so rudely handled by some of her professed friends, that she has not only lost all her wonted loveliness, but is now stalking the street, in some places, stark mad.” Has BeensSometimesFormSpiritLostPrayerStreetsHolyMadHumbleRetiringModestClosetsStalkingStarksMeekLoveliness Author:Asahel Nettleton
“To dine, drink champagne, raise a racket and make speeches about the people's consciousness, the people's conscience, freedom andso forth while servants in tails are scurrying around your table, just like serfs, and out in the severe cold on the street await coachmen--this is the same as lying to the holy spirit.” PeopleSpiritLyingConsciousnessStreetsColdDrinkHolySpeechConscienceRaisesTablesSlaveryServantHoly SpiritHypocrisyTailsSevereChampagneRacketDineSerfs Author:Anton Chekhov
“It's the third book of the Bible, called The Final Testament of the Holy Bible.My idea of what the Messiah would be like if he were walking the streets of New York today. What would he believe? What would he preach? How would he live? With who?” IfsBelieveBookIdeasWould BeTodayStreetsNew YorkWalkingHolyThirdsFinalsTestamentMessiahHoly Bible Author:James Frey
“It is inbred in us that we have to do exceptional things for God: but we have not. We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things, to be holy in mean streets, among mean people, and this is not learned in five minutes” PeopleMeanFiveStreetsMinutesHolyOrdinaryExceptionalFive MinutesMean PeopleOrdinary ThingsInbredsMean Streets Book:My Utmost for His Highest: The Golden Book of Oswald Chambers : Features the Author's Daily Prayers Source: My Utmost for His Highest: The Golden Book of Oswald Chambers : Features the Author's Daily Prayers
“Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle” LongPastAsksSpeakVoiceMemoriesSecretMillionsPlansStreetsFrontsFoolTerribleHolySummerLaughterReflectionMiracleWineForgottenCornersHumbleBetrayalTongueTragicBottlesScreamGuestsTeaseReviveOraclesRantStreet CornersChucklesUninvitedUninvited Guests Author:Joanne Harris
“In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.” FeelsI CanYoungWalksCitiesStreetsHairHolySkinsNecksPedestriansCity StreetsSolipsism Book:Wilderness Source: Wilderness