Amen Quotes

“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it”
― Ivan Panin

“Father God, we thank you for your grace and your mercy, for allowing us to be together under your covenant and God we thank you for the revelations and for the breakthroughs; for your direction and for your healing. We thank you God for the opportunity to just be a vessel for your kingdom. God we trust you, we love you, we honor you, and all glory is yours. Amen”
― Germany Kent

“If stone-sober people can fuck like they're out of their minds -- can actually be out of their minds while caught in that throe -- why shouldn't writers be able to go bonkers and still stay sane?”
― Stephen King

“I believe in love. I believe in the love Lucy shows me, the kind I'll try hard to give back to her in full. I believe in things I can't put into words, but things I know to be true.
I believe in us. I believe in this.
Amen.”
― Katie Henry, Heretics Anonymous

“I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people even slightly. I am horribly apt to approach some innocent at a gathering, and like the ancient mariner, fix him with a wild, glitt’ring eye and say, “Do you know that in the head of the caterpillar of the ordinary goat moth there are two hundred twenty-eight separate muscles?” The poor wretch flees. I am not making chatter; I mean to change his life.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

“Whereas Jesus and his disciples were distrusted by the state largely because they respected the poor and shared everything, the fundamentalists of the present hour would appear not to know that the poor exist.”
― James Baldwin, The Cross of Redemption: Uncollected Writings

“A kind of northing is what I wish to accomplish, a single-minded trek towards that place where any shutter left open to the zenith at night will record the wheeling of all the sky’s stars as a pattern of perfect, concentric circles. I seek a reduction, a shedding, a sloughing off.

At the seashore you often see a shell, or fragment of a shell, that sharp sands and surf have thinned to a wisp. There is no way you can tell what kind of shell it had been, what creature it had housed; it could have been a whelk or a scallop, a cowrie, limpet, or conch. The animal is long since dissolved, and its blood spread and thinned in the general sea. All you hold in your hand is a cool shred of shell, an inch long, pared so thin that it passes a faint pink light. It is an essence, a smooth condensation of the air, a curve. I long for the North where unimpeded winds would hone me to such a pure slip of bone. But I’ll not go northing this year. I’ll stalk that floating pole and frigid air by waiting here. I wait on bridges; I wait, struck, on forest paths and meadow’s fringes, hilltops and banksides, day in and day out, and I receive a southing as a gift. The North washes down the mountains like a waterfall, like a tidal wave, and pours across the valley; it comes to me. It sweetens the persimmons and numbs the last of the crickets and hornets; it fans the flames of the forest maples, bows the meadow’s seeded grasses and pokes it chilling fingers under the leaf litter, thrusting the springtails and the earthworms deeper into the earth. The sun heaves to the south by day, and at night wild Orion emerges looming like the Specter over Dead Man Mountain. Something is already here, and more is coming.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

“Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fixed tension between veering and longing, and spins helpless, exalted, in and out of that fleet blazing touch. Last night Orion vaulted and spread all over the sky, pagan and lunatic, his shoulder and knee on fire, his sword three suns at the ready-for what?

I won’t see this year again, not again so innocent; and longing wrapped round my throat like a scarf. “For the Heavenly Father desires that we should see,” says Ruysbroeck, “and that is why He is ever saying to our inmost spirit one deep unfathomable word and nothing else.” But what is the word? Is this mystery or coyness? A cast-iron bell hung from the arch of my rib cage; when I stirred, it rang, or it tolled, a long syllable pulsing ripples up my lungs and down the gritty sap inside my bones, and I couldn’t make it out; I felt the voiced vowel like a sigh or a note but I couldn’t catch the consonant that shaped it into sense.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

“It's not the way it used to be... people ain't the way they used to be.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Lottery

“Baby Jesus, meek and mild,
pray for me, an orphan child.
Be my strength, be my friend,
be with me until the end.
Amen.”
― Stephen King, The Green Mile

“To all who wish to expand themselves and create unity in the world/universe while believing it is right to limit others in their beliefs, understanding or awareness; your illusion of growth will be your own prison, not theirs.
When asked to help another learn how finding peace within the self - which I will always help any find - never ask to avoid the wisdom of certain people/s due to religious beliefs. Jesus was middle-eastern and was kind to all.”
― Gillian Duce

“Oh, and about your dream?' [...] 'Trust me—it’s safer in His hands than yours.”
― Julie Lessman, Surprised by Love

“It looked as though the leaves of the autumn forest had taken flight, and were pouring down the valley like a waterfall, like a tidal wave, all the leaves of the hardwoods from here to Hudson’s Bay. It was as if the season’s colors were draining away like lifeblood, as if the year were molting and shedding. The year was rolling down, and a vital curve had been reached, the tilt that gives way to headlong rush. And when the monarch butterflies had passed and were gone, the skies were vacant, the air poised. The dark night into which the year was plunging was not a sleep but an awakening, a new and necessary austerity, the sparer climate for which I longed. The shed trees were brittle and still, the creek light and cold, and my spirit holding its breath.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

“I don’t know how you
carry
an ancient knowing
or why you smell like dense stars
and church.
Everything is human nature
yet you are supernovas
piercing night’s heart
with your wounds of light.
 
I don’t know when you
learned
to dance with God
or why you paused to witness me.
Everything is eventual pain
yet you are time suspended
and blessings
constellating.
 
I don’t know why it had to be so
or why it couldn’t be anything else.
Every thing is an unbearable burden
yet here you are
—my universe’s
Amen.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“The trends speak to an unavoidable truth. Society's future will be challenged by zoonotic viruses, a quite natural prediction, not least because humanity is a potent agent of change, which is the essential fuel of evolution. Notwithstanding these assertions, I began with the intention of leaving the reader with a broader appreciation of viruses: they are not simply life's pathogens. They are life's obligate partners and a formidable force in nature on our planet. As you contemplate the ocean under a setting sun, consider the multitude of virus particles in each milliliter of seawater: flying over wilderness forestry, consider the collective viromes of its living inhabitants. The stunnig number and diversity of viruses in our environment should engender in us greater awe that we are safe among these multitudes than fear that they will harm us.

Personalized medicine will soon become a reality and medical practice will routinely catalogue and weigh a patient's genome sequence. Not long thereafter one might expect this data to be joined by the patient's viral and bacterial metagenomes: the patient's collective genetic identity will be recorded in one printout. We will doubtless discover some of our viral passengers are harmful to our health, while others are protective. But the appreciation of viruses that I hope you have gained from these pages is not about an exercise in accounting. The balancing of benefit versus threat to humanity is a fruitless task. The viral metagenome will contain new and useful gene functionalities for biomedicine: viruses may become essential biomedical tools and phages will continue to optimize may also accelerate the development of antibiotic drug resistance in the post-antibiotic era and emerging viruses may threaten our complacency and challenge our society economically and socially. Simply comparing these pros and cons, however, does not do justice to viruses and acknowledge their rightful place in nature.

Life and viruses are inseparable. Viruses are life's complement, sometimes dangerous but always beautiful in design. All autonomous self-sustaining replicating systems that generate their own energy will foster parasites. Viruses are the inescapable by-products of life's success on the planet. We owe our own evolution to them; the fossils of many are recognizable in ERVs and EVEs that were certainly powerful influences in the evolution of our ancestors. Like viruses and prokaryotes, we are also a patchwork of genes, acquired by inheritance and horizontal gene transfer during our evolution from the primitive RNA-based world.

It is a common saying that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder.' It is a natural response to a visual queue: a sunset, the drape of a designer dress, or the pattern of a silk tie, but it can also be found in a line of poetry, a particularly effective kitchen implement, or even the ruthless efficiency of a firearm. The latter are uniquely human acknowledgments of beauty in design. It is humanity that allows us to recognize the beauty in the evolutionary design of viruses. They are unique products of evolution, the inevitable consequence of life, infectious egotistical genetic information that taps into life and the laws of nature to fuel evolutionary invention.”
― Michael G. Cordingley, Viruses: Agents of Evolutionary Invention

“¡Dios me ayude! Amén.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

“If the whole team is not winning, then you are not winning.”
― Cliff Hannold

“If you see a dedicated and hard-working person, you've seen someone closer to success. Never give up.”
― Dele Andersen

“In this plate of food, I see clearly the presence of the entire universe supporting my existence.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh

“So it is here, grouped on the beach with strangers, that voices begin to take on a touch of metal, each word a hard-edged clap, and the light, though as bright as before, is less able to illuminate . . . it's a Puritan reflex of seeking other orders behind the visible, also known as paranoia, filtering in.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

“I'd like to fuck Andrea Laiacona and see her tits, but I can't get hard and I prefer Big Pharma, anyway! (Color me 'bitch' — I ain't shit!)”
― Thomas Frank, The Baffler No. 19

“I've been in more wars for England than I can remember . . . haven't I paid enough? Risked it all for them, time after time. . . . Why must they torment an old man?”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

“GOD'S ACT OF LOVE IS THE PERFECT AND THE DEEPEST, HE COMPLETELY OFFERED HIS BLOOD TO SOAK YOUR SIN, AMEN”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“GOD'S ACT OF LOVE IS THE PERFECT AND THE DEEPEST; HE COMPLETELY OFFERED HIS BLOOD TO SOAK YOUR SIN, AMEN”
― J. Ruby

“GOD'S ACT OF LOVE IS THE PUREST AND THE DEEPEST; HE COMPLETELY OFFERED HIS BLOOD TO SOAK OUR SIN, AMEN”
― J. Ruby

“Or maybe they were spy stations, saying things in code—every fourth Hallelujah could mean the coup d’etat is one step closer; every Amen another reformer in shackles, being led down urinated hallways in the night.”
― Jeff Arch, Attachments

“Amen to God for his glory.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Dear God,
Help me to always stay on track,
When I get off course, turn me back.
Help me to always keep my eyes on the prize, If I stumble,
Help me to rise, up!
And to continue spreading kindness and love,
Wherever I go,
Amen!”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“BI-LA KAIFA: Amen. (Literally:"Nothing further need be explained.")”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“Harrow, I heard it. It fractured your fucking skull... Child, that bee mashed you. A skull should not have made those sounds. The sound of it un-smashing was even worse--like an egg blowing back out again--but as it was saving your only skull, it was music to me ears.”
― Tamsyn Muir