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Solemnity is proper in church, but things that are proper in church are not necessarily proper outside, and vice versa. For example, I can say a prayer while washing my teeth, but that does not mean I should wash my teeth in church.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace.
The sacredness of existence is spiritual.
Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.
Ceremony forbids us to express by words things that are lawful and natural, and we obey it; reason forbids us to do things unlawful and ill, and nobody obeys it.
The joining of the whole congregation in prayer has something exceedingly solemn and affecting in it.
Flowers, silence, departure.
A certain degree of ceremony is a necessary outwork of manners, as well as of religion; it keeps the forward and petulant at a proper distance, and is a very small restraint to the sensible and to the well-bred part of the world.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
But there's a sacredness which is not of thought, nor of a feeling resuscitated by thought. It is not recognizable by thought nor can it be utilized by thought. Thought cannot formulate it. But there's a sacredness, untouched by any symbol or word. It is not communicable. It is a fact.
Humility rests upon the shores of your sorrows and blossoms upon the mountain of your faith
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. I
Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.
The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,
the sphere melody, the melody of health.
Sacredness inspires respect.
Repose and cheerfulness are the badge of the gentleman - repose in energy. The Greek battle pieces are calm; the heroes, in whatever violent actions engaged, retain a serene aspect.
Silence accompanies the most significant expressions of happiness and unhappiness: those in love understand one another best when silent, while the most heated and impassioned speech at a graveside touches only outsiders, but seems cold and inconsequential to the widow and children of the deceased.
Ceremony keeps up things: 'tis like a penny glass to a rich spirit, or some excellent water; without it the water were spilt, and the spirit lost.
Honour both spirit and form, the sentiment within as well as the symbol without.
We who have grown up on a diet of honour and shame can still grasp what must seem unthinkable to people living in the aftermath of the death of God and of tragedy: that men will sacrifice their dearest love on the implacable altars of their pride.
What of the melancholy, may I ask?"
"Stubbornly persistent, I'm sorry to say."
"If only modest joy were so dogged, eh?"
"You said something there, sir.
There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage of acute loss.
In solitude, the deep silent, awakens the divinity of the soul.
Ritual of Personal Reflection.
Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark a shining space With the grave 's narrowness, though not its peace.
Spirituality gives sacredness of strength.
Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.
Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.
How are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words ...
All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.
We are not meant to be perpetually solemn: We must play.
There is no doubt that sorrow brings one down in the world. The aristocratic privilege of silence belongs, you soon find out, to only the happy state- or, at least, to the state when pain keeps within bounds.
Holiness sincerity, and faith.
Holy solitude, Holy peace.
Sincere heart, quiet soul.
Dignity and quiet joy in all that we do are the expression of perfect concentration and perfect wisdom.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
In Silence there is eloquence.
In an epoch of criticism ideals are lowered; other feelings take the place of veneration, respect, adoration, and wonder. Our own age thrusts these feelings further and further into the background, so that they can only be conveyed to man through his every-day life in a very small degree.
Every tradition grows continually more venerable, and the more remote its origins, the more this is lost sight of. The veneration paid the tradition accumulates from generation to generation, until it at last becomes holy and excites awe.
Profound silence; silence so deep that even their breathings were conspicuous in the hush.
The privacy of sorrow.
Beauty, then, is not mere decoration, but rather an essential element of the liturgical action, since it is an attribute of God himself and his revelation. These considerations should make us realize the care which is needed, if the liturgical action is to reflect its innate splendour.
We have met on a solemn occasion, and in this crowded assembly there is one thing that appears important, that is, for every one of us to be still, that if any thing should he said, every one may the better hear.
That melancholy which we feel when we cease to obey orders which, from one day to another, keep the future hidden, and realise that we have at last begun to live in real earnest, as a grown-up person, the life, the only life that any of us has at his disposal.
We are nothing but ceremony; ceremony carries us away, and we leave the substance of things; we hang on to the branches and abandon the trunk and body.
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat; The soldier's last tattoo; No more on Life's parade shall meet; The brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping-ground; Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round; The bivouac of the dead.
Courage and modesty are the most unequivocal of virtues, for they are of a kind that hypocrisy cannot imitate; they too have this quality in common, that they are expressed by the same color ...
What signifies the sound of words in prayer without the affection of the heart, and a sedulous application of the proper means that may naturally lead us to such an end?
Humility is the softening shadow before the stature of Excellence, And lieth lowly on the ground, beloved and lovely as the violet.
The sacred moment is splendid.
The rising and falling of the scales of pride and humility sustain the brooding mind as well as the alternations of desire and peace of the soul.
Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.
Virtue is the fount whence honor springs.
The transcendental knowledge of devotional service is digested by the engyme of humility.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage.
With stillness comes the benediction of Peace.
In her extraordinary book, Ordinarily Sacred, Lynda Sexson teaches us how to catch the appearance of the sacred in the most ordinary objects and circumstances.
We should cultivate the serenity, because in the substance of sincerity germinate the most beautiful flowers of the Spirit.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
There is a bond of fellowship in sorrow that knows no conventionality.
It is a solemn thing to find oneself drawn out in prayer which knows no relief till the soul it is burdened with is born. It is no less solemn afterwards, until Christ is formed in them.
To have courage. To have honor. Is very beautiful.
Melancholy betrays the world for the sake of knowledge. But in its tenacious self-absorption it embraces dead objects in its contemplation, in order to redeem them
Conviction brings a silent, indefinable beauty into faces made of the commonest human clay; the devout worshiper at any shrine reflects something of its golden glow, even as the glory of a noble love shines like a sort of light from a woman's face.
People are less self-conscious in the intimacy of family life and during the anxiety of a great sorrow. The dazzling varnish of anextreme politeness is then less in evidence, and the true qualities of the heart regain their proper proportions.
Humility Preceeds Glory
What of honour? What of courage? What of all the things that bind the legions together?' He gave a shrug and a nod together, and a faint grin that was all the old Juvens; wild, erratic, carefree. His tilted palm said, 'What of them? Life is too precious.
Let your countenance be pleasant, but in serious matters let it be somewhat grave.
Earnestness is the devotion of all the faculties.
The sacred words penetrate the heart.
To hallow'd duty
Here with a loyal and heroic heart,
Bind we our lives.
Silence is the herald of joy
The Anglican service today was more familiar to me from movies. Like one of the great Shakespeare speeches, the graveside oration, studded in fragments in the memory, was a succession of brilliant phrases, book titles, dying cadences that breathed life, pure alertness, along the spine.
Joy was worn like a new suit of clothes on people. You could see it on every inch of them, from their step to their stare. But sadness and loss were hidden, kept quiet under composure and the shelter of daily activity.
Honor to our ancestors.
Humility, humility, humility, and humility.
There is among the people a silent, long-suffering grief; it withdraws into itself and is silent.
There is no substitute for thoroughgoing, ardent, and sincere earnestness.
Love is sacred. Beauty is sacred. Flowers are sacred. Birds are sacred. And sacredness brings the perfume of love and compassion. Therefore love and compassion is the perfume of sacredness. It sounds rather poetic, but ... God IS poetry.
God cannot be solemn, or he would not have blessed man with the incalculable gift of laughter.
Sacred souls serve.
There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
Death sanctifies. It's solemn enough to make its own shrine, where it happens.
Tranquillity is courage in repose. It is a statical manifestation of valor, as daring deeds are a dynamical. A truly brave man is ever serene; he is never taken by surprise; nothing ruffles the equanimity of his spirit.
The light of the understanding, humility kindleth and pride covereth.
The dullest observer must be sensible of the order and serenity prevalent in those households where the occasional exercise of a beautiful form of worship in the morning gives, as it were, the keynote to every temper for the day, and attunes every spirit to harmony.
What unthankfulness is it to forget our consolations, and to look upon matters of grievance. To think so much upon two or three crosses as to forget an hundred blessing.
Declare the sacred utterances.
Honor is the mysticism of legality
In the sacredness of pureness; a spark of divinity manifest.
Holiness appeared to me to be of a sweet, pleasant, charming, serene, calm nature; which brought an inexpressible purity, brightness, peacefulness and ravishment to the soul.
Describe your sorrows and desires, passing thoughts and the belief in some sort of beauty-describe all these with loving, quiet, humble sincerity, and use, to express yourself, the things in your environment, the images from your dreams, and the objects of your memory.
To march over dead man, to hear without concern the groans of the wounded, I say few men can stand such scenes unless steeled by habit or fortified by military pride.
No money, no church service, no eulogy,no funeral procession no matter how elaborate, can remove the legacy of a mean spirit. p 354
In humility, we find our true calling and our greatest honor.
In the face of impermanence and death, it takes courage to love the things of this world and to believe that praising them is our noblest calling.
To die with honor when one can no longer live with honor.
Gratitude is the spirit of graceful sacred-existence.
The highest point a man can attain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!