#ray

The wish to pray is a prayer in itself. God can ask no more than that of us. ↗

— Georges Bernanos

#god #itself #more #pray #prayer

Pray: To ask the laws of the universe to be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#behalf #laws #petitioner #pray #single

Please know that my thoughts and prayers, as well as those of many, many others here in Alabama and around the country, are with each of you during this time. ↗

— Jo Bonner

#around #country #during #each #here

It felt as if my body was, like, literally betraying me because I went from a very athletic, straight-up-and-down little kid to a very curvaceous woman, and it was just horrifying to me. ↗

— Chastity Bono

#because #betraying #body #felt #horrifying

Deep down, my mom had long suspected I was gay... Much of her anger and hurt came from her sense of betrayal that she was the last to be told. ↗

— Chastity Bono

#betrayal #came #deep #deep down #down

I have never known a more vulgar expression of betrayal and deceit. ↗

— Lucien Bouchard

#deceit #expression #i #known #more

By my definition, prayer is consciously hanging out with God. Being with God in a deliberate way. ↗

— Malcolm Boyd

#consciously #definition #deliberate #god #hanging

However one might pray - in any verbal way or completely without words - is unimportant to God. What matters is the heart's intent. ↗

— Malcolm Boyd

#completely #god #heart #however #intent

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry. ↗

— Georges Braque

#itself #only #poetry #ray #reality

The gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats. Every month as it wanes bring you nearer to something dreadful. Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#time #youth #beauty