Walter de La Mare Quotes

It amazes me, and I know the wind will surely someday blow it all away It amazes me, and I'm so very grateful that You made the world this way

And what marvelous things there are for which to be grateful in God's great Creation!

You have heaven adorned, earth beautified, the sea populated with its own creatures, the air filled with birds which scour it in every direction. Studious listener, think of all these creations which God has drawn out of nothing; . . . recognize everywhere the wisdom of God; never cease to wonder, and, through every creature, to glorify the Creator.

The pleasure we feel in criticizing robs us from being moved by very beautiful things.

Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister, Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.

We often forget that everything we see, animate or inanimate, is a visual manifestation of the work of our invisible God. We have become so accustomed to trees, mountains, sky, air, water, flowers, animals, vegetables and people that we no longer see them for what they are - God's work.

I try to think about optimism. I try to look at the beautiful things in life.

Thank God I'm very satisfied with the way God created me, and I wouldn't change a thing.

The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don't celebrate those, they can pass you by.

Maybe we need to shelter ourselves so we see the beautiful.

Life is full of awe and grace and truth, mystery and wonder. I live in that atmosphere.

If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it, without hiding any of its gifts. It would not, under the pretext of humility, say that it was not pretty, or that it had not a sweet scent, that the sun had withered its petals,or the storm bruised its stem, if it knew that such were not the case.

I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little water, and lifting up her hands, she said, as a blessing, What! all this, and Christ too?

No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on

God created hand, head, and heart; the hand for the deed, the head for the world, the heart for mysticism.

God never made anyone else exactly like you, and he never will again. Thank him for yourself and then for all the rest of his glorious handiwork.

What a glorious world Almighty God has given us. How thankless and ungrateful we are, and how we labor to mar his gifts.

Lord, make us mindful of the little things that grow and blossom in these days to make the world beautiful for us.

Life is full of beauty. Notice it.

The Power which creates and sustains everything is now creating everything necessary to my happiness.

Since my stroke, I have begun to see so many miracles all around me. I look out of the window in my room: verdant grass, silver-tipped oak leaves, tall palm trees gentle swaying as they reach to the sky, masses and masses of roses. All colors, so many shapes, exquisite fragrances.

I'm just wowed by the universe. I'm just glad to do something I love to do. I love color, I love painting, I love shapes, I love composition, I love the people around me. I'm adoring it all. My legacy is in the hands of other people.

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.

For me, the world of nature bears spectacular witness to the imaginative genius of our Creator.

The more I study nature, the more I stand amazed at the work of the Creator. Science brings men nearer to God.