John Steinbeck Quotes about Prayer

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Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

John Steinbeck

Prayer, Fighting, Thrones

John Steinbeck (1997). “Tortilla Flat”, p.32, Penguin

And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.

John Steinbeck

Prayer, Men, Past

John Steinbeck (2016). “The Grapes of Wrath”, p.29, Hamilton Books

I suffer as always from the fear of putting down the first line. It is amazing the terrors, the magics, the prayers, the straightening shyness that assails one.

John Steinbeck

Prayer, Magic, Suffering

John Steinbeck (1990). “Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters”, p.12, Penguin

I suffer as always from the fear of putting down the first line. It is amazing the terrors, the magics, the prayers, the straitening shyness that assail one. It is as though the words were not only indelible but that they spread out like dye in water and color everything around them. A strange and mystic business, writing.

John Steinbeck

Prayer, Writing, Color

John Steinbeck (1990). “Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters”, p.12, Penguin