Quotes from John Henry Newman
Prayer is to the spiritual life what the beating of the pulse and the drawing of the breath are to the life of the body.
- John Henry Newman
It is very difficult to get up resentment towards persons whom one has never seen.
- John Henry Newman
Rouse thee, my fainting soul, and play the man; And through such waning span of life and thought as still has to be trod, Prepare to meet thy God. And while the storm of that bewilderment Is for a season spent, And, ere afresh the ruin on me fall, Use well the interval.
- John Henry Newman
By Thy birth, and by Thy Cross, Rescue him from endless loss; By Thy death and burial, Save him from a final fall; By Thy rising from the tomb, By Thy mounting up above, By the Spirit's gracious love, Save him in the day of doom.
- John Henry Newman
In that Manhood crucified; And each thought and deed unruly Do to death, as He has died. Simply to His grace and wholly Light and life and strength belong, And I love, supremely, solely, Him the holy, Him the strong.
- John Henry Newman
And I take with joy whatever now besets me, pain or fear, and with a strong will I sever all the ties which bind me here.
- John Henry Newman
Novissima hora est; and I fain would sleep. The pain has weaned me... Into Thy hands, O Lord, into Thy hands...
- John Henry Newman
This silence pours a solitariness Into the very essence of my soul; And the deep rest, so soothing and so sweet, Hath something too of sternness and of pain.
- John Henry Newman
Another marvel: some one has me fast Within his ample palm; 'tis not a grasp Such as they use on earth, but all around Over the surface of my subtle being, As though I were a sphere, and capable To be accosted thus, a uniform And gentle pressure tells me I am not Self-moving, but borne forward on my way. And hark! I hear a singing; yet in sooth I cannot of that music rightly say Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones. Oh, what a heart-subduing melody!
- John Henry Newman
My Father gave In charge to me This child of earth E'en from its birth, To serve and save, Alleluia, And saved is he. This child of clay To me was given, To rear and train By sorrow and pain In the narrow way, Alleluia, From earth to heaven.
- John Henry Newman
It is almost a definition of a gentleman to say that he is one who never inflicts pain.
- John Henry Newman
How many writers are there... who, breaking up their subject into details, destroy its life, and defraud us of the whole by their anxiety about the parts.
- John Henry Newman