Divinity Quotes
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When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms.
Eudora Welty
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Some men will spin out a long prayer telling God who and what he is, or they pray out a whole system of divinity. Some people preach, others exhort the people, till everybody wishes they would stop, and God wishes so, too, most undoubtedly.
Charles Grandison Finney
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This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
William Shakespeare
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This search for perfection - which is a search for divinity - is nothing more than the failure to accept our existence the way it is.
Bernadette Roberts
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That there are three persons, yet but one God, that do bear witness to the divinity of Christ, and of the plenteous redemption wrought by him
William Burkitt
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We are a blend of dust and divinity.
Huston Smith
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Before Alaska came along and ruined everything, one of every twenty-five square miles in America was Montanan. This much space has nurtured a healthy Cult of Place in which people find perfection, even divinity in the landscape.
Ellen Meloy
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Necessity is the most powerful divinity the world knows – it is the result of physical forces set in operation by ethical forces.
Jose Rizal
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I love to dwell on the thought that the artist is next in divinity to the saint. He, like the saint, performs miracles.
Stanley Spencer
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This is plainly to ascribe divinity to 'free will.'
John Calvin
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You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.
George Bernard Shaw
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But the burns were like the fingerprints of an older time—before Ziegler and his brethren decided that traditional sources of value were merely superstition. “Those thousands of generations of technical progress” obliterated ritual, emptied out all meaning, glossolalia without divinity. I decided that’s what the painted mother foresaw, that she was saying farewell to candlelight, that she knew she was trapped inside a painting addressed to the future, where it could only be, however great, an instance of technique.
Ben Lerner