Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) English clergyman, historian and novelist
Source: Attributed, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 262.
“Not till I was shut up to prayer and to the study of God's word by the loss of earthly joys — sickness destroying the flavor of them all — did I begin to penetrate the mystery that is learned under the cross. And wondrous as it is, how simple is this mystery! To love Christ, and to know that I love Him — this is all.”
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 568.
Help us to complete the source, original and additional information
Do you have more details about the quote "Not till I was shut up to prayer and to the study of God's word by the loss of earthly joys — sickness destroying the f…" by Elizabeth Prentiss?
Elizabeth Prentiss11
American musician, hymnwriter 1818–1878Related quotes
Abu Talib al-Makki Scholar, mystic
Source: The Sayings and Teachings of the Great Mystics of Islam (2004), p. 86
George William Russell (1867–1935) Irish writer, editor, critic, poet, and artistic painter
By Still Waters (1906)
Djuna Barnes (1892–1982) American Modernist writer, poet and artist
Letter to Emily Holmes Coleman (2 February 1934) http://www.case.edu/artsci/engl/VSALM/mod/brandelmcdaniel/index/library.htm
John Witherspoon (1723–1794) Scottish-American Presbyterian minister and a Founding Father of the United States
From the sermon "Glorying in the Cross", published in 1768. Misquoted since 1845 as "Cursed be all that learning that is contrary to the cross of Christ; cursed be all that learning that is not coincident with the cross of Christ; cursed be all that learning that is not subservient to the cross of Christ." So quoted by S. S. Cox in October 1845, in Permanent Documents of the Society for the Promotion of Collegiate and Theological Education at the West, Volume 1, p. 30.
Stephen Spender (1909–1995) English poet and man of letters
"Thoughts During An Air Raid"
The Still Centre (1939)
Context: Yet supposing that a bomb should dive
Its nose right through this bed, with me upon it?
The thought is obscene. Still, there are many
To whom my death would only be a name,
One figure in a column. The essential is
That all the 'I's should remain separate
Propped up under flowers, and no one suffer
For his neighbour. Then horror is postponed
For everyone until it settles on him
And drags him to that incommunicable grief
Which is all mystery or nothing.
“You know how sailors love to create mystery where there is none.”
Douglas Reeman (1924–2017) British author
A Tradition of Victory, Cap 2 "No Looking Back"
