Quotes about Dear
Our holy and beautiful temple, where our fathers praised You, has been burned with fire, and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.
— Isaiah 64:11
The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.
— John Bunyan
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor. Selah
— Psalm 39:11
Abba is best translated "Dear Father." It is a term of intimacy, but it also contains a sense of obedience.
— James Bryan Smith
Thus, dear friends, I have said it clearly enough, and I believe you ought to understand it and not make liberty a law...
— Martin Luther
Satan hates God for His own sake, and everything that is dear to God he hates for the very reason that God loves it.
— AW Tozer
How beautiful is victory, but how dear!
— Anonymous
Charles Spurgeon underscored this point, saying, "For every text in Scripture, there is a road to the metropolis of the Scriptures, that is Christ. And my dear brother, your business is, when you get to a text, to say, 'Now what is the road to Christ?' . . . I have never yet found a text that had not got a road to Christ in it."51
— Leonard Sweet
We are fighting to make those dear old places where we had played as children, safe for other boys and girls--fighting for the preservation and safety of all sweet, wholesome things.
— LM Montgomery
Religion has accepted the monstrous heresy that noise, size, activity and bluster make a man dear to God.
— AW Tozer
It will be exactly as long as the time that passed before she was born. Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed. A lightning that cannot strike twice, our lesson learned in the hateful speed of light. A bite at light at Ruth a truth a sky-blue presentiment and oh how dear we are to ourselves when it comes, it comes, that long, long shadow in the grass.
— Barbara Kingsolver
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
— George Eliot