Quotes
Quotes about Spirit
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
There are victories of the soul and spirit. Sometimes, even if you lose, you win.
The most urgent necessity in human life is to be able to face life victoriously. For many are living mentally, physically, morally and spiritually defeated.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Galatians 5:23, 2
Our revels are now ended. These our actors As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all of which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Is rounded with a sleep.
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches The innermost recesses of my spirit!
And to hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast, and calm repose. . . . . From toil we wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.
Where deep and misty shadows float In forest's depths is heard thy note. Like a lost spirit, earthbound still, Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will.
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretches out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever.
Firm and erect the Caledonian stood; Sound was his mutton, and his claret good; "Let him drink port!" the English statesman cried: He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
What we wish for others determines what we allow for ourselves. Unknown Stop the mindless wishing that things would be different. Rather than wasting time and emotional and spiritual energy in explaining why we don't have what we want, we can start to pursue other ways to get it. â¢Greg Anderson A man of the world must seem to be what he wishes to be thought. â¢Jean De La Bruyère Wishes expand in direct proportion to the resources available for their gratification. â¢Robert Dato A wish is a desire without an attempt. â¢Farmer Digest Oh, the secret life of man and womanâdreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest. â¢Zelda Fitzgerald Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity. â¢Jean Toomer Some people develop a wishbone where their backbone should be. â¢Anonymous Indeed, man wishes to be happy even when he so lives as to make happiness impossible. â¢St. Augustine When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out. â¢Elizabeth Bowen Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires. â¢Goethe Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part, I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart.
Who first invented work, and bound the free And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . Sabbathless Satan!
Why, universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigor of the traveller.
It was the human spirit itself that failed at Paris. It is no use passing judgments and making scapegoats of this or that individual statesman or group of statesmen. Idealists make a great mistake in not facing the real facts sincerely and resolutely. They believe in the power of the spirit, in the goodness which is at the heart of things, in the triumph which is in store for the great moral ideals of the race. But this great faith only too often leads to an optimism which is sadly and fatally at variance with actual results. It is the realist and not the idealist who is generally justified by events. We forget that the human spirit, the spirit of goodness and truth in the world, is still only an infant crying in the night, and that the struggle with darkness is as yet mostly an unequal struggle. . . . Paris proved this terrible truth once more. It was not Wilson who failed there, but humanity itself. It was not the statesmen that failed, so much as the spirit of the peoples behind them.
The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Dear to us are those who love us. . . but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit . . .
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee And cherish'd thine image for years; Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears.
But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man, God's latest image.
