Catholic Quotes

I'm Catholic. I don't pray, I just ask for forgiveness after.

A lost person or article is still what it is, still valuable in itself, but in the wrong place, disconnected from its purpose and unable to be or do whatever it is intended to be or do.

God withholds Himself from no one who perseveres.

I write with the entire alphabet, not just the popular letters.Readers don't want to lose themselves in the text. They want to find themselves in it.

They said I would never live. I lived. They said I would never think. I think. They said I would never walk. I walked. They said I would never dance, but I never danced anyway.

One of my confreres sketched an explanation that attracted me: since the process of digestion is under the control of the brain, its cessation gave repose to the brain, allowed it a vacation.

God has made the Universe and all that is in it, can He ever fail to give us anything that we ask of Him today?

I think both Protestants and Catholics have killed the woman for the sake of the mother. (Rubem Alves, p. 201)

. . .fasting gives me singularly happy afternoons.

In the afternoon the digestion of the meal deprives me of the incomparable lightness which characterizes the fast days.

When I walk in the forest just before the meal, while reciting the scriptural phrase that I "meditate" for that day, spiritual joy comes over me as if by appointment.

When a person eats shortly before going to bed, digestion accompanies sleep. The two great physiological functions are completed together, leaving the maximum of freedom to the mind during the day.

O miracle—thus to be able to give [peace] we ourselves do not possess, sweet miracle of our empty hands!

We pay a heavy, very heavy price for the superhuman dignity of our calling. The ridiculous is always so near to the sublime. And the world, usually so indulgent to foibles, hates ours instinctively.

Between optimism and pessimism, there is confidence in God.

If he had given away anything else, he would have been charged with indecent exposure.

Only by having a sense of history's trajectory (even if one does not believe in Parousia) can one love earthly reality and believe—with charity—that there is still room for Hope.

It sounds to me, dear, as if your satirist is a bit like a monk. They both take a rather dim view of the world, and both try to do something abou

No one, on his deathbed, ever regretted having been a Catholic.

I wanted to shut my mind, that my thoughts might closeon my own peace, I wanted to closethe peace of my love in my heartlike dew in a dark rose."From "Philip Speaks

You will not lift the veil of my body until you lift the veil over my face.

Love actually is a great act of the will. It's when I say, "I desire your good, not for my sake but for yours". To love is to break out of the black hole of the ego and say, "My life is about you".

I know I am awful. But how much more awful I should be without the Faith.

The three Secrets of Fatima were closely held by the Vatican for decades, until the text of the third and last secret was finally released in 2000.

Girls...only lift the veil over your body to the spouse who is worthy to see the glory of that unveiled mystery.

How can I use these [romantic] desires to love him, to serve him as a brother in Christ...

Turn over the rudder in God's name, and sail with the wind heaven sends us.

There is only one misery . . . not to be saints.

Good Lord didn't mean for us to hate ourself. He made us to love ourself like He do, with wide open arms.

He was an indecent man, I told myself - prayerfully - and then I prayed for him to become decent.

Prayer and comfortable living are incompatible.

But freedom starts with honesty. We aren’t doing ourselves any favors by defining our- selves as good and others as bad. Let’s just agree that we all need help, that we are all in this together.

The only cure for suffering is to face it head on, grasp it round the neck and use it.

Love is something worth suffering for...

When people have told me that because I am a Catholic, I cannot be an artist, I have had to reply, ruefully, that because I am a Catholic I cannot afford to be less than an artist.

Is is seldom possible to say of the medievals that they *always* did one thing and *never* another

A desperate plea to the Trinityis not something you can justapologize for in the morning-Drunk Dialing the Divine

The world offers you comfort. But you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness

The good news is that there is one kind of food you can never have too much of. The best way to fully recover from a food addiction or body-image problem is to fill up on the Lord.

a criminal sketch of Christon a diner napkin-'Poet Prophets

God seemed to have become a brand, a packaging, and people purchase this trusted brand with such faith and devotion that they no longer care who the vendor is.

Evidence is of no longer consequence when hope enters the fray, and this is where faith is born—a seemingly abundant commodity certain powerful organizations feed on fervently, if not lavishly.

When a politician spends a million on himself, we rally and call him a thief. But when a cardinal spends the same amount on his attire, we kneel down and kiss his hand.

I've done many things that I thought I would never dare to do because they were sins. But I didn't realize then that the consequence of sin is that you have to trample on other people.

[God] disciplines us for our good, that we may share His holiness.

An historic institution, which never went right, is really quite much of a miracle as an institution that cannot go wrong.

The people of God cannot be changed until the outcasts are restored to its body.

Sir, I cannot sing. I have no formal training. I do not read music. And I know this is a church - but I play a mean harmonica.

Roman Catholicism is a broken and utterly desperate thing, capable only of malignant mischief in our awakening world.

They like to use those fancy words. They don't like to say “raped, '” he said. “They say “misdeed, ' “inappropriate touching, ' “mistake.' That's insulting. I'm not a mistake.