36 Frederick Willaim Faber Quotes
Frederick Willaim Faber writes lofty, reverent reflections on faith and destiny.
Frederick Willaim Faber quotes
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The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold?
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O Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that love are blest?
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Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
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O majesty unspeakable and dread! Wert thou less mighty than Thou art, Thou wert, O Lord, too great for our belief, Too little for our heart.
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The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone, Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan.
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Labour itself is but a sorrowful song, The protest of the weak against the strong.
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For right is right, since God is God, And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin.
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Every moment of resistance to temptation is a victory.
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Kind thoughts are rarer than either kind words or deeds. They imply a great deal of thinking about others. This in itself is rare. But they also imply a great deal of thinking about others without the thoughts being criticisms. This is rarer still.
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Kindness has converted more sinners than zeal, eloquence, or learning.
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The buried talent is the sunken rock on which most lives strike and founder.
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They always win who side with God.
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We can exaggerate about many things; but we can never exaggerate our obligation to Jesus, or the compassionate abundance of the love of Jesus to us. All our lives long we might talk of Jesus, and yet we should never come to an end of the sweet things that might be said of Him.
Devotion to the Blessed Sacrament is the queen of all devotions. It is the central devotion of the Church. All others gather round it, and group themselves there as satellites; for others celebrate his mysteries; this is Himself. It is the universal devotion. No one can be without it, in order to be a Christian. How can a man be a Christian who does not worship the living Presence of Christ?
For children is there any happiness which is not also noise?
The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Kindness is too often left uncultivated, because men do not sufficiently understand its value. Men may be charitable and not kind; merciful, yet not kind; self-denying and yet not kind. If they would add a little common kindness to their uncommon graces, they would convert ten where they now only abate the prejudice of one.
Love's secret is always to be doing things for God, and not to mind because they are such very little ones.
Is the scrupulous attention I am paying to the government of my tongue at all proportioned to that tremendous truth revealed through St. James, that if I do not bridle my tongue, all my religion is vain?
There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea Oratory Hymns.
We strain hardest for things which are almost, but now quite within reach.
The exercise of patience involves a continual practice of the presence of God, for we may be called upon at any moment for an almost heroic display of good temper. And it is a short road to unselfishness, for nothing is left to self. All that seems to belong most intimately to self, to be self's private property, such as time, home, and rest, are invaded by these continual trials of patience.
If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of the Lord.
Deep theology is the best fuel of devotion; it readily catches fire, and once kindled it burns long.
We strain hardest for things which are almost but not quite within our reach.
It has always seemed to me that a love of natural objects, and the depth, as well as exuberance and refinement of mind, produced by an intelligent delight in scenery, are elements of the first importance in the education of the young.
Kind words produce happiness. How often have we ourselves been made happy by kind words, in a manner and to an extent which we are unable to explain!
Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts, How sang the angelic choir that day, When from his tomb the imprisoned God, Like the strong sunrise, broke away?
Poor human nature cannot do everything; and kindness is too often left uncultivated, because men do not sufficiently understand its value. Men may be charitable, yet not kind; merciful, yet not kind; self-denying, yet not kind. If they would add a little common kindness to their uncommon graces, they would convert ten where they now only abate the prejudice of one.
Happiness is a great power of holiness. Thus, kind words, by their power of producing happiness, have also a power of producing holiness, and so of winning men to God.
Exactness in little things is a wonderful source of cheerfulness.
Many a friendship - long, loyal, and self-sacrificing - rested at first upon no thicker a foundation than a kind word.
There is a great deal of self-will in the world, but very little genuine independence of character.
Every hour comes with some little fagot of God's will fastened upon its back.
Now this spirit is admirably mortified by the exercise of patience. It involves also a continual practice of the presence of God; for we may be come upon at any moment for an almost heroic display of good temper. It is a short road to unselfishness; for nothing is left to self. All that seems to belong most intimately to self, to be self's private property, such as time, home, and rest, are invaded by these continual trials of patience.
The great fact is, that life is a service. The only question is, "Whom will we serve?