Fear doesn't go away but you walk toward fear naked and the gate opens.
I guess it was exciting that every time I pulled up to the gate of my house, I wondered if someone was going to jump out of the bush and stab me in the face.
Are you the welcoming committee? Or has Jeremy finally chained you up to the front gate where you belong?" "I missed you too.
Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
Baptism is the gate through which all must enter to accomplish the Lord’s desire to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.
Now I am in the garden at the back. . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate. . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved.
Sometimes just getting up in the morning and standing at the gate can bring the gate down.
I'm not someone who went to acting school - I was just out of the gate, doing it.
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.
You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.
Politics was not just about winning the election, it was about winning decisively--having the momentum to carry out one's vision. Historically, any president who squeaked into office on a narrow margin accomplished much less; he was weakened right out of the gate, and Congress never seemed to let him forget it.
For me, modern technology has ruined romance and movies - nobody can run to the airplane gate anymore.
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life’s shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the way…Silence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, ‘there is joy is self-forgetfulness. ’ So I try to make the light in others’ eyes my sun, the music in others; ears my symphony, the smile on others’ lips my happiness.
I can't get through the gate. The gate is narrow.
Woman, thou shouldst ever be clothed in rags and in mourning, appearing only as a penitent, drowned in tears, and expiating thus the sin of having caused the fall of the human race. Woman thou art the gate of the devil. It is thou who hast corrupted those whom Satan dare not attack face to face.
When I walked out of the gate I knew that if I continued to hate these people I was still in prison.
There will be no fraternal strife while the foe is at the gate.
Repentance lifts a man up. Mourning knocks at heaven's gate. Holy humility opens it.