A Quote by Phyllis Bottome

Curses are children of hate; they belong to the wrong family! Prayers are better than curses! — © Phyllis Bottome
Curses are children of hate; they belong to the wrong family! Prayers are better than curses!
Let us not make the poor our friends by our alms, not our enemies by our scorns. We had better have the ears of God full of their prayers, than heaps of money in our own coffers with their curses.
Curses are exacting, legal arrangements of the spiritual world. Just like human contracts contain fine print and legally crafted language, satanic curses are filled with minutiae that required detailed voiding.
The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.
People tend to fear the ghosts in their own family. You feel these family curses and think, 'If it happened to my father, it could happen to me.'
O, my God! withhold from me the wealth to which tears and sighs and curses cleave. Better none at all than wealth like that.
You dwell in whitened castles with deep and poisoned moats and cannot hear the curses which fill your children's throats.
South Koreans who have seen and praised the mass games should remember the hardship of tearful children. Teachers drive them hard with curses and orders to repeat and repeat. When the children return home in the evening, they can hardly walk.
The curses of the ungodly are more pleasing to God's ears than the hallelujahs of the pious
I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
Some of us cling to our curses if we haven't anything better to cling to!
English accepts more curses than any other language, and I soon learned to curse with the commoners.
The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps.
People believe that if a hijra curses you, bad things will happen. That God Ram blessed hijras with this power, that our blessings and curses will come true. People give us money because they are scared of our curse. Now that's the only way hijras can survive - by saying, "Give me money, otherwise I'll curse you." That clap, which scares people, has become our identity. In a way, you use myths and misconceptions for your own survival.
We never pray against our government or call down curses on them. Instead, we have learned that God is in control both of our own lives and the government we live under. God has used China's government for His own purposes, molding and shaping His children as He sees fit. Instead of focusing our prayers against any political system, we pray that regardless of what happens to us, we will be pleasing to God.
Can't we just pursue our lives With our children and our wives Till that happy day arrives How do you ignore All the witches All the curses All the wolves, all the lies The false hopes, the goodbyes . . .
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