Sarah Doudney famous quotes

But the waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of all.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Patience #Brother #Waiting

The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The strivings after better hopes, These things can never die.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Beautiful #Dream #Prayer

And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Past #Water #Mind

Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest leaves, From the field the reapers sing Binding up their sheaves: And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, "The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Autumn #Past #Wind

Father, show me how to praise Thee When I seek Thy courts to-day; Guide me by Thy love, and raise me -- Let me feel the words I say. Bless me on this hallowed morning, Bid my soul to Thee draw near; Teach me, and my heart shall listen -- Speak, Lord, and Thy child shall hear.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Morning #Children #Father

The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Morning #People #Dew

Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Goodbye #Years #Together

There are women to whom nature has granted the gift of silent emotion. They have mobile faces, changeful eyes, soft lips, which express joy or desolation naturally, and with the charm of perfect simplicity and truth.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Eye #Perfect #Joy

If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way.
-- Sarah Doudney

#Kindness #May #Way

Patience, n. A minor form of dispair, disguised as a virtue.

I never stepped foot into a Brooks Brothers before Mad Men.

In beloved Iraq, blood is flowing between brothers, in the shadow of an illegitimate foreign occupation, and abhorrent sectarianism threatens a civil war.

To say this sacred prayer [the Kaddish, prayer for the dead] for a Gentile is a most uncommon proceeding, but so unanimous and ardent is the feeling of the people of the New York ghetto in the present instance that Pres. William McKinley is spoken of in that quarter as "the loving brother of all of us," as one who "died a martyr to the freedom of Jew and Gentile.

Muslims should live like brothers.

When you're picking a basketball team, you'll take the brother over the guy with the yarmulke. Why? Because you're playing the odds.

Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart. Audacious longing, burning songs, daring thoughts, an impulse overwhelming the heart, usurping the mind--these are all a drive towards serving Him who rings our hearts like a bell. It is as if He were waiting to enter our empty, perishing lives.

Real serious waiting is done in waiting rooms, and what they all have in common is their purpose, or purposelessness, if you will; they are places for doing nothing and they have no life of their own. ... their one constant is what might be called a decorative rigor mortis ...

Maybe some are so busy waiting, they forget what indescribable beauty is right there in front of them.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.