Better to illuminate than merely to shine to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate.

If the saints fails to declare the truth, the Holy Spirit shall teach true words of God.

Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.”“Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?”“Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,” Perrotte said.

Love without restraint makes one saint and the other faint the sweetest face and the tenderest embrace bring the sun to every place in such grace.

The only person to influence the direction and purpose of your life is the one who gave it. God!

Shamrocks And roses In an ever green flock Now Up to your noses Turning into a high stock! People nice and seen All around you green! These lucky streams Realizing major dreams. In strives, when in pain Call oh call up my name, Know it isn't in vain...

Tolerating a wrong attitude toward another person causes you to follow the spirit of the devil, no matter how saintly you are.

There is salvation for every soul.

Oh, he understood very well that for the meek soul of a simple Russian, exhausted by grief and hardship and, above all, by constant injustice and sin, his own or the world's, there was no stronger need than to find a holy shrine or a saint to prostrate himself before and to worship.

For a Siddhar yogi, time is precious. It is important to utilize every moment to evolve into ever higher states of consciousness. We understand stagnancy as decay and for growth, we constantly discard the old to welcome change as the new. We tap into the magical abilities to evolve. "Every saint was a sinner in the past" maxim holds true. In the intensity of our yogic pursuit we evolve quickly. By evolving, we know that is the greatest gift of a lifetime we could ever receive- to be angelic as a being of consciousness. Consciousness is ever evolving and dynamic in transforming.

There is hope for the sinner to be made a saint.

Is there any saint without a sin?

How like God's love yours has been to me- so wise, so generous, and so unsparing!" exclaimed Pancratius. "Promise me one thing more- that is, that you will stay near to me to the end, and carry my last legacy to my mother.

I'm not a saint! Thanks God!

Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.

Each of you has a personal vocation which He has given you for your own joy and sanctity. When a person is conquered by the fire of His gaze, no sacrifice seems too great to follow Him and give Him the best of ourselves. This is what the saints have always done, spreading the light of the Lord ... and transforming the world into a welcoming home for everyone.

Good parents use the mistakes they did in the past when they were young to advice the children God gave to them to prevent them from repeating those mistakes again. However, bad parents always want to be seen as right and appear "angelic and saintly" as if they never had horrible youth days.

One of the great Sufis said: 'A saint is a saint unless he knows that he is one.

We are all sinful. Trouble is that some men consider themselves less sinful than others or holier than others.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

Trust what is not known to your Mind. Trust what is known to your Heart.

The Beloved is Always There, Actively Seeking You.

When we understand that Peace is a state of mind we understand true Peace.

The practice is simple. Whatever you're doing, do that with total awareness.

When you deeply love someone from that space that is beyond attachment to certain projections or desires, when you love someone just deeply, totally, completely, without any games that the mind or emotions play, then that love remains eternal in the heavens forever, and that is what pulls you back to remembering that love.

The activity of loving kindness is the bridge that allows you to slowly, slowly realise the wisdom and perfection of this moment.

Satisfaction doesn't come from needs and desires or fulfilling them, it comes from being yourself, being true.

Everything is temporary but the power of Love is Infinite because it is the space, it is Everything.

Spiritual practice is allowing the temple (your body) to be full of light and to live life as a total celebration.

The Divine has created this moment in time. It is a very powerful moment, where there is only one way and that way is that you completely let go. Completely let go of what is known, what is safe, and move into the space of beauty.

Wisdom is a true activity of compassion. And so, meditation is the act of loving kindness. It is the activity where loving kindness is applied on all levels.

Remember meditation is an active, deep remembrance, and that is discernment. Wherever you go, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, remember to utilize discernment so that you can hear and sense and feel the vibration of love rather than the vibration of illusion.

The way to Bliss is through Understanding, through Wisdom.

Where ego comes in, loving kindness departs. So wherever there is ego, there is very little space for true bliss and true happiness because true bliss and true happiness isn't exclusive to the attachments the ego enjoys playing with, but rather a free state of mind that is part of loving kindness and its activities inside and outside of oneself.

The natural consequence of being connected to the depth, what I call the soul, or your essence, is the attribute of joy.

How do I recognize a real saint? Whom I shall see within me whether it is in dreams or trances or meditations, He will be the Saint to me. Because God is the only Saint in this world. He is within our bodies. When He will manifest within my body in the form of a person, he will be saint to me.

There is no sin, no crime, no evil, God cannot forgive

A man is called a saint not because he does no longer sin but because he recognizes his weakness and seeks for forgiveness every time he falls

A man is called a sinner not because he sins more than others but because he defends he sins and glories in them and is unwilling to seek forgiveness

I would rather be a conscious wrongdoer than a mindless saint.

Even the kindest saint does have their own adversary

The only real sadness, the only real failure, the only great tragedy in life, is not to become a saint.

Progress in evil was quick and easy; Apollyon was not a chap who hid himself and he gave every assistance in his power. The growth in goodness was so slow, at times so flat, so dull, and like the White Queen one had to run so fast to stay where one was, let alone progress; and there were few men who dared to say they had found God. It was easy to be a clever sinner, for the race to an earthly visible goal was short to run, so impossibly hard to be a wise saint, with the goal set at so vast a distance from this world and clouded with such uncertainty.

You are a cool cemetery.You have the sinner’s graveYou have the saint’s earthcollidingYou have all the bedsnarrow as a knife;as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.But you can’t really postponethe inauguration of my burial,can you?From the poem - Few Words to Cemetery

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.

Willmore: There is no sinner like a young saint.

It must be said that charity can, in no way, exist along with mortal sin.

The distinction between a delusion and a lie is the very difference between a successful saint and a fraud.

Character isn't all about becoming a saint or perfect. No one is perfect! There are areas we all are working on to improve and fine tune..

The here, the now and the individual have always been the special concern of the saint, the artist, the poet and -- from time immemorial--the woman.

It's easy to be a saint when all you've known is the good.

Sanity for anyone is pretty much out of the question, as both the saint and the sinner appear only equally insane: the saint appears it for actually believing in a place of eternal torment; the sinner, for deciding to risk going to that place of eternal torment.

The true saint goes in and out amongst the people and eats and sleeps with them and buys and sells in the market and marries and takes part in social intercourse, and never forgets God for a single moment.

I’m nothing but a thought in the mind of God,I’m Satan’s slave; I open my eyes and flee, I’m mankind, I worship, and I kill,All in the name of Love, hateI’m the slaughtered lamb, I’m luzbel I’m the one paying for your sins,I’m your son; I am your mom and dad,I’m the one, who worships God, I’m a killer and a saint,I’m just a thought in the mind of God.I laugh and I suffer, I get killed, and I kill others,I’m nothing but a thought in the mind of GodI’m compassion and rage, I love, I cheat, and I lie, I tell the truth, I’m dead, I’m alive, I’m in hell, the place people called paradise,I am just a thought in the mind of God

Saintliness is very odd. When people encounter it, they often take it for something else, something completely unlike it: indifference, mockery, scheming, coldness, insolence, perhaps even contempt. But they're mistaken, and that makes them furious. They commit an awful crime. This is doubtless the reason why most saints end up as martyrs.

...I put you on the pedestal - made you a saint - dare I blaspheme?...

Great men are great until they know it. Saints are holy until they know it.

You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?

To so many people, the Lord is in danger of being no more than a patron saint of our systematic theology instead of the Christ Who is our life.

What matters is the sinner becomes a saint through the grace of salvation in Christ Jesus.

If Hitch were a person, he'd be Mother Theresa or Gandhi or someone who treated all living creatures with the respect they deserve. It's depressing how my dog is a better human being than I am.

He lived like a devil and died like a saint

No one showed any signs of recognizing me. I didn't know what I'd do if they did, other than lie like a devil and pray like a saint.

We designate the spirit of the well as 'she' because in most of her personifications she takes a female form, though not invariably. She appears in many guises - ghost, witch, saint, mermaid, fairy, and sometimes in animal form, often as a sacred fish - and her presence permeates well lore, and indeed water lore generally.

For as long as I could remember, other people had either overshadowed me or left me out in the open, alone. But Mac, as Layla had said all those weeks ago, was always somewhere nearby. He left me enough space to stand alone, but stood at the ready for the moment that I didn’t want to. It was the perfect medium, I was learning. Like he was my saint, the one I’d been waiting for.