A Quote by Hildegard of Bingen

The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms. — © Hildegard of Bingen
The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.
Ours are the arms with which God hugs and holds her children.
I wanted a good relationship with my mother, and I realized I had a choice: Either I could spend all my time angry that she didn't give me the hugs I thought I needed, or I could understand that she hugs differently. It's not a spread-open-the-arms, 'come here' hug. She hugs by sheltering me from her worries.
God loves you. God doesn't want anyone to be hungry and oppressed. He just puts his big arms around everybody and hugs them up against himself.
You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.
I'm the world 'Guinness Book of Records' holder of 1,749 hugs in one hour. My arms fell off.
What the word God means is the mystery really. It's the mystery that we face as humans the mystery of existence, of suffering and of death.
Zen Hugs - the hugs that you would get, if we were there, if we could hug you, but we aren't, and we can't.
Hugs aren't like pieces of pie. Plenty of hugs to go around.
One of the first things I said when I signed on for the show was No hugs! Full House was all based on hugs.
I stand, walk over to him, sit down on his bed, put my arms around him, hug him. He hugs me back strong and I can feel the shame coming through his arms. I am a Criminal and he is a Judge and I am white and he is black, but at this moment none of that matters. He is a man who needs a friends and I can be his friend.
The search for God's presence was much of a mystery as God himself, and what was God if not a mystery?
He who hugs too much, hugs badly!
When I was young, I said to God, 'God, tell me the mystery of the universe.' But God answered, 'That knowledge is for me alone.' So I said, 'God, tell me the mystery of the peanut.' Then God said, 'Well George, that's more nearly your size.' And he told me.
Love is not a quality of 'God'- is it God's very Essence. It is the ALL-encompassing Reality of the Never-Ending Present. It is the Core of Your Existence.
I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see it sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig--or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth, at very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery.
We keep thinking of deity as a kind of fact, somewhere; God as a fact. God is simply our own notion of something that is symbolic of transcendence and mystery. The mystery is what’s important.
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