Catholic First Communion Quotes & Sayings

Beware the gods and their horrors. — Kevin Emerson

I have no doubt we're going to find big stores of weapons of mass destruction. — Kenneth Adelman

Don't judge me because I'm quiet.
No one plans a murder out loud. — Darynda Jones

The 'Crue' is not the hardest band to cover. There are no harmonies like the Eagles. — Brian Miller

I was born and raised Catholic, so it's in my blood. I don't go to church ... I was born and raised Catholic, which is about the extent of my religion. My parents made one request: that I have my first Holy Communion. — Tom Araya

how many ghosts I was going to encounter. That Serra guy had to have a bunch of Native Americans mad at him - particularly considering that corporal punishment thing - and I hadn't any doubt I was going to encounter all of them. And yet, when my mom and I walked through the school's wide front archway into the courtyard around which the Mission had been constructed, I didn't see a single person who looked as if he or she didn't belong there. There were a few tourists snapping pictures of the impressive fountain, a gardener working diligently at the base of a palm tree - even at my new school there were palm trees - a priest walking in silent contemplation down the airy breezeway. It was a beautiful, restful place - especially for a building that was so old and had to have seen so much death. I couldn't understand it. Where were all the ghosts? Maybe they were afraid to hang around the place. I was a little afraid, looking up at that crucifix. — Meg Cabot

Now her path led down into the darkening valley, but first she had been allowed to see that in the solitude of the cloister and in the doorway of death someone was waiting for her who had always seen the lives of people the way villages look from a mountain crest. He had seen sin and sorrow, love and hatred in their hearts, the way the wealthy estates and poor hovels, the bountiful acres and the abandoned wastelands are all borne by the same earth. And he had come down among them, his feet had wandered among the lands, stood in castles and in huts, gathering the sorrows and sins of the rich and the poor, and lifting them high up with him on the cross. Not my happiness or my pride, but my sin and my sorrow, oh sweet Lord of mine. She looked up at the crucifix, where it hung high overhead, above the triumphal arch. — Sigrid Undset

I'm taking care of you. You don't need to know anything else. — Richelle Mead