In our advanced technological age, most people deny the possibility of miracles.... Miracles don't happen, we are told, because they contravene the laws of nature and worse, they sound religious! Yet we live and move in a sea of miracle.
And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles
You'll be happy to know that the universal law that created miracles hasn't been repealed.
. . . strange and fantastic things really happen. During a rainstorm in Australia, fish fall from the sky; several Southern states consider legislation that would make the licking of toads illegal; Lisa Presley marries Michael Jackson. You read these things and you think to yourself that realism may not be the best medium through which to express the real world.
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.
The time for miracles has either passed or not come yet, besides, miracles, genuine miracles, whatever people say, are not such a good idea, if it means destroying the very order of things in order to improve them.
It is probable that the principal credit of miracles, visions, enchantments, and such extraordinary occurrences comes from the power of imagination, acting principally upon the minds of the common people, which are softer.
There's a lot of paranormal activity in my family. Whether it is more than most other families is hard to say, but we seem to have more than most.
Strange and marvelous things will happen with constant regularity as you alter your life and begin living in harmony with the laws of the universe.
But the age of miracles hadn't passed.
Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.
Our Lord reserved to Himself certain things which He would do in due time in a manner outside the course and order of nature, so that they would wonder and be astonished at seeing not great but unusual things, who are unmoved by things daily seen. For the government of the world is a greater miracle than feeding five thousand men from five loaves; yet at the former no one wonders, the latter astonishes all men: not as a greater wonder, but as a rarer.
Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.
Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
These are the days of miracle and wonder.
The frequent repetition of miracles serves to provoke, where it does not subdue, the reason of mankind.
The idea of the extraordinary happening in the context of the ordinary is what's fascinating to me.
Because one day of something wonderful is better than a forever of nothing special.
I realize the odds, and science, are against me. But science is not the total answer; this I know, this I have learned in my lifetime. And that leaves me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things.
As for extraordinary things, all the provision in the world would not suffice.
The extraordinary's the norm.
Somehow or other I always got myself rigged up in something sensational.
Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.
The multitude always strains after rarities and exceptions, and thinks little of the gifts of nature; so that, when prophecy is talked of, ordinary knowledge is not supposed to be included. Nevertheless it has as much right as any other to be called Divine.
