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Quotes by F. W. Faber
Care that is entered once into the breast, Will have the whole possession ere it rest. I have no cares, O blessed Will! For all my cares are Thine; I live in triumph, Lord, for Thou Hast made Thy triumph mine.— filed under Cares
Dear Lord! in all our loneliest pains Thou hast the largest share, And that which is unbearable 'Tis Thine, not ours to bear.— filed under Christ the Burden Bearer
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?— filed under Evil Speaking
Faith is letting down our nets into the transparent deeps at the Divine command, not knowing what we shall take. Faith is a grasping of Almighty power;— filed under Faith In God
. There is all the difference in the world between searching for evidences of my sonship, and seeking to get the conviction of God's fatherhood. The one is an endless, profitless, soul-tormenting task; the other is the light and liberty, the glorious liberty of the children of God. What another being is life when we have found out our Father; and if we work, it is beneath His eye, and if we play, it is in the light and encouragement of His smile. Earth's sunshine is heaven's radiance, and the stars of night as if the beginning of the beatific vision; so soft, so sweet, so gentle, so reposeful, so almost infinite have all things become, because we have found our Father in our God.— filed under God's Fatherhood
Holiness is an unselfing of ourselves.— filed under Holiness
Kindness has converted more sinners than either zeal, eloquence, or learning.— filed under Kindness
And care is light, for Thou hast cared; Let not our works with self be soiled, Nor in unsimple ways ensnared. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus! be our light.— filed under Labor
Love's secret is to be always doing things for God, and not to mind because they are such little ones.— filed under Little Things
There is seldom a line of glory written upon the earth's face, but a line of suffering runs parallel with it; and they that read the lustrous syllables of the one, and stoop not to decipher the spotted and worn inscription of the other, get the least half of the lesson earth has to give.— filed under Suffering