Nun Quotes

... the four noble truths: that there is suffering, that it has an origin, that there is a cessation of suffering, and that there is a path to that cessation.

~ Sid Brown

The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.

~ Barbara T. Cerny

A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them, have known as many men as there are beads on her aunt's rosary. No happy medium! Either a nun or a monster! God's bosom or sensual passions! It would, perhaps, be better to put her in a convent, since we put hysterical women in the Saltpetriere! She does not know vice, she invents it!That was ten years ago before the day our story begins and... Raoule was not a nun.

~ Rachilde

Being a nun wasn't all it was cracked up to be and the sex was shit.

~ Warren Ellis

If you feel joy when you do something unselfish for him, and would just as soon do it in secret as openly, then that rings of the true metal

~ Susan Vreeland

He was an indecent man, I told myself - prayerfully - and then I prayed for him to become decent.

~ Kelsey Brickl

She thought she should take a moment to pray. But, as she was holding a loaded rifle, conventional prayer did not seem entirely suitable. Sister Peg hoped that God would help her, but it was her belief that He much preferred for people to attend to themselves. Life was a test; it was up to you to pass it or not. She raised the gun to her clavicle and angled one eye down the length of the barrel.

~ Justin Cronin

My nun, which is how I think of her, was the most profound witness for God's love I've ever encountered in this world. She was a magnet for lost souls, a petite fortress of strength and unconditional love. What this sprightly, silly, lovely woman did from the obscurity of a faded convent in Rust Belt Chicago was to fulfill in a passionate, tireless way the supreme commandment of Jesus' gospel every day of her life.

~ Cathleen Falsani

When Annunziata said she loved me or any of her thousands of other friends and beloveds, she was really saying, at least in my mind, “God loves you.” To quote the singer/songwriter James Taylor, she showered the people she loved with love, always showing the way that she felt without holding back. Even as her body could barely contain her soul any longer, she'd open wide the gates of herself with a smile, that giggle, her twinkling eyes, and she'd let the supernatural love flow through her. Walking out of the chapel after her funeral, a woman I'd never seen before stopped me and said, “You're Cathleen, aren't you?” “Yes,” I croaked, tears rolling off my nose as I fingered the prayer card with Annunziata's picture on it. Slipping an arm around my shoulders, the woman explained that she was one of Annunziata's former students and said, “She loved you so much.” I know.

~ Cathleen Falsani

For those he has ignored, he allows them this. He allows them God, their only ally. Places to worship, but no one to teach.

~ Greg Rucka

Is this your boyfriend? the first nun asked. Clair Olivia looked me up and down. “No. This is my gay friend who decided he was straight and single-handedly wrecked havoc at an all-boys school in Massachusetts this fall. He’s gay again and home for Christmas, so yay!

~ Bill Konigsberg