In The Touch, the love scenes are the same as they were in The Thorn Birds or anything else I’ve ever written. I find a way of saying that either it was heaven or hell but in a way that still leaves room for the reader to use their own imagination.
If we should ever get to Heaven, we shall find nobody to reproach us for being black, or for being slaves.
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.
Every man who has a calling to minister to the inhabitants of the world was ordained to that very purpose in the Grand Council of heaven before this world was. I suppose I was ordained to this very office in that Grand Council.
Heaven knows where I’ll end up – but it’s a safe bet that I’ll never be at the top of anything! Nor do I particularly care to be.
Can you tell a plain man the road to heaven? Certainly, turn at once to the right, then go straight forward.
I have watched patients stand and gaze longingly toward the city they in all likelihood will never enter again. It means liberty and life; it seems so near, and yet heaven is not further from hell.
PLease, do not visualize that we exist above you such as in heaven. The concepts above and below are products of your mind. The soul does not swing upwards. It exists in the center and orients itself in every direction.
I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity.
I decided I was going to be in love. I was going to give it everything I had. It was like heaven on that ranch. I don’t know why we broke up. We never fought.
There exists a species of transcendental ventriloquism by means of which men can be made to believe that something said on earth comes from Heaven.
What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of heaven and earth could come by chance, when all the skill of art is not able to make an oyster!
When I walk into an Orthodox Church… one is immediately aware that one has stepped into the presence of what St. Paul would call the whole family in heaven and earth. You have stepped into the precincts of heaven!
An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest which are nearest to heaven.
I am concerned, rather, that there should not be more things dreamt of in my philosophy than there actually are in heaven and earth.
Great indeed is the sublimity of the Creative, to which all beings owe their beginning and which permeates all heaven.
I heard Thackeray thank Heaven for the purity of Dickens. I thanked Heaven for the purity of a greater than Dickens – Thackeray himself.
By the God of thy Father who shall help thee, and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above, blessings of the deep that lieth under, blessings of the breasts and of the womb.
Well I’m a longtime AOL subscriber and I love the whole thing. I’m an email junkie and I love the internet, though 7th Heaven doesn’t give me much free time to surf these days.
But suppose God is black? What if we go to Heaven and we, all our lives, have treated the Negro as an inferior, and God is there, and we look up and He is not white? What then is our response?
God wants to father all of us until we’re dead sure of his approval, his guiding power and his promise of heaven.
This fear of the Lord is indeed the beginning of wisdom. This consciousness of sin is the straight pathway to heaven.
He shall sit solitary by avoiding the company of men, he shall hold his peace by meditating upon the joys of heaven, and he has risen above his state by tasting celestial delights.
One does not need buildings, money, power, or status to practice the Art of Peace. Heaven is right where you are standing, and that is the place to train.