What is it that we all believe in that we cannot see or hear or feel or taste or smell - this invisible thing that heals all sorrows, reveals all lies and renews all hope? What is it that has always been and always will be, from whose bosom we all came and to which we will all return? Most call it Time. A few realize that it is God.
I could not say I believe. I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God.
I believe in the sun even if it isn't shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in God even when He is silent.
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.
~Eugene O'Neill, The Great God Brown, 1926
As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn't long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.
Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.
Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.
~Martin Luther King, Jr.
Faith makes the discords of the present the harmonies of the future.
In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't.
Faith is where the routine and mundane becomes a little party of chaos. We take it as it comes and with God, we get through.
~ Joni Zipp
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
~Edwin Way Teale
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.
~Carol Bishop Hipps