Bread And Wine Quotes

I have eaten your bread and salt.
I have drunk your water and wine.
The deaths ye died I have watched beside
And the lives ye led were mine.

I tasted the bread and wine of equality.

Jewish prayers are mostly about daily things – the sliver of a new moon, dew on the grass, the bread and the wine.

This bread and wine are the simple but eloquent monument to the infinite love of the Son of God, around which we gather with tender, tearful gratitude, because He loved us’so, and because we know that our garlands of affection and consecration are pleasing to Him.

I feast on wine and bread, and feasts they are.

There is no good trying to be more spiritual than God. God never meant man to purely spiritual creature. That is why He uses material things like bread and wine to put the new life into us. We may think this rather crude and unspiritual. God does not: He invented eating. He likes matter. He invented it.

What is Jordan that I should wash in it? What is the preaching that I should attend on it, while I hear nothing but what I knew before? What are these beggarly elements of water, bread, and wine? Are not these the reasonings of a soul that forgets who appoints the means of grace?

I eat whatever I want. I like bread and cheese and wine, and that makes my life fun and enjoyable.

Every walk to the woods is a religious rite, every bath in the stream is a saving ordinance. Communion service is at all hours, and the bread and wine are from the heart and marrow of Mother Earth.

I have the ability to create and be in touch with God. I can’t change bread and wine into body and blood, but I can take the scum or the slime of the earth and make it into a man or woman.

Lord, by the words of consecration the substance of the bread and wine is converted into the substance of your Body and Blood. All powerful Lord, say over me the word which will change me into You.

Prayer in the sense of petition, asking for things, is a small part of it; confession and penitence are its threshold, adoration its sanctuary, the presence and vision and enjoyment of God its bread and wine.

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

There’s a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

You will always be the bread and the knife, not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.

Not for myself I make this prayer, But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine.

Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.