#religion

Bigotry murders religion to frighten fools with her ghost. ↗

— Charles Caleb Colton

#frighten #ghost #her #religion

There are three modes of bearing the ills of life, by indifference, by philosophy, and by religion. ↗

— Charles Caleb Colton

#ills #indifference #life #modes #philosophy

I'm always going back to one thing - my family... It's my family, my religion, my fighters. Put them in any order you want. ↗

— Lou Duva

#any #back #family #fighters #going

In every religion there is an element of the supernatural, varying with the influence of pure reason over its devotees. ↗

— Charles Eastman

#every #influence #over #pure #reason

The American Indian was an individualist in religion as in war. He had neither a national army nor an organized church. ↗

— Charles Eastman

#army #church #had #indian #individualist

We must not enable anyone to impose his personal view regarding religion on others by force, oppression, or pressure. ↗

— Shirin Ebadi

#enable #force #his #impose #must

The Sabbath is a weekly cathedral raised up in my dining room, in my family, in my heart. ↗

— Anita Diament

#cathedral #dining #dining room #family #heart

Will these millions of children, for generations upon future generations, know that some of their atoms cycled through this woman? [...] Will they feel what she felt in her life, will their memories have flickering strokes of her memories, will they recall that moment long ago when she stood by the window, guilt ridden and confused, and watched as the tadr bird circled the cistern? No, it is not possible. [...] But I will let them have their own brief glimpse of the Void, just at that moment they pass from living to dead, from animate to inanimate, from consciousness to that which has no consciousness. For a moment, they will understand infinity. ↗

— Alan Lightman

#death #religion #science-fiction #death

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#death #life #religion #death

At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood. ↗

— John Donne

#poetry #religion #age