Men are like pillow-cases. The colour of one may be red, that of another blue, and that of the third black; but all contain the same cotton within. So it is with man; one is beautiful, another is ugly, a third holy , and a fourth wicked; but the Divine Being dwells in them all
There are different qualities of silence. There's the silence that sustains us, as women, that nourishes us, the silence where I believe our true voice, our authentic voice, dwells. But there's also the silence that censors us, that tells us what we have to say does not want to be heard, should not be heard, has no value. And that if we speak, it will be at our own peril. This kind of silence is deadly. This kind of silence is deadening to who we are as women. And when a woman is silenced, the world is silenced. When a woman speaks, there is an opening.
Details are all that matters; God dwells in these and you never get to see Him if you don't struggle to get them right.
God dwells in the details.
No god is absent where prudence dwells.
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time,unobscured by the dust of history.
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance.
Heart-suffering because of sin is the best proof that the Holy Spirit dwells in your heart.
God dwells wherever man lets Him in.
Incredible brilliance often dwells on the razor's edge of madness.
There is in the soul a something in which God dwells, and there is in the soul a something in which the soul dwells in God.
The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,--the sphere melody, the melody of health.
Where is love more glorified than where she dwells in the midst of her enemies?
When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.
In each of us there dwells a mystery, and that mystery is the human personality.
The Spirit is both a builder and a dweller. He cannot dwell where he has not built; He builds to dwell and dwells in only what he has built.
God dwells in the heart where praise is.
She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.
Whether he is aware of it or not, every human being dwells in tradition and history. Human memory is this constant dwelling in tradition. It constitutes that fundamental human characteristic of historicity.
