Quotes about Prayers

Someone remembers, someone cares; Your name is whispered in someone's prayers.

Only later during her prayers had it come to her how cunning Satan could be. Her love for Marcus could become a tool against her, for when her heart and mind were on Marcus, Julia lay forgotten. Nothing must distract her from her mission here. And no one.

Sarah and Michael shared many happy years together. On their seventh anniversary, their prayers were answered with the birth of a son, Stephen. Stephen was followed by Luke, Lydia, and Esther.

Concerns buzzed like flies in her head, and she swatted them with prayers.

This myth he'd made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs - what had it come to at last? When the waves receded, the shores of Time would spread out there clean, empty, shining with infinite grains of memory and little else.

A world is supported by four things…." She held up four big-knuckled fingers. "…the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing…." She closed her fingers into a fist. "…without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that

the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave.

A world is supported by four things…." She held up four big-knuckled fingers. "…the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing…." She closed her fingers into a fist. "…without

the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing…." She closed her fingers into a fist. "…without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!

Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things... She held up four big-knuckled fingers. .. the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing... She closed her fingers into a fist. .. without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!

We see thus that everything depends on our own relation to the Name: the power it has on my life is the power it will have in my prayers.

When I let my heart grow cold, my preaching is cold; and when it is confused, my preaching is confused; and so I can often observe also in the best of my hearers, that when I have grown cold in preaching, they have grown cold too; and the next prayers which I have heard from them have been too like my preaching. We are the nurses of Christ's little ones. If