Quotes from Marjorie Holmes

poetry ... is another way to be hurled straight into the heart of God.

Thank you, God, for the dignity and beauty of self. The precious innate self. The only thing that can't be taken from us. The only thing we really own.

simply to ask a blessing upon one's circumstances, whatever they are, is somehow to improve them, and to tap some mysterious source of energy and joy.

Let me remember that each life must follow its own course, and that what happens to other people has absolutely nothing to do with what happens to me.

the habit of shutting doors behind us is invaluable to happiness; we must learn to shut life's doors to cut out the futile wind of past mistakes.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

It comes every year and will go on forever. And along with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders, like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart.

At Christmas, all roads lead home.

A vast tenderness swept him, and a great reverence. Now she belonged to him and her face was his to shield. In regret and joy he draped her, his personal Torah, which now must be returned to the ark to await their covenant.

When you write from the heart, you not only light the dark path of your readers, you light your own way as well.

There must be some deep psychological reason why we turn so instinctively toward home at this special time. . . . A place where every day will be Christmas, with everybody there together. At home.

The man who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

A child's hand in yours - what tenderness and power it arouses. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.

Young women especially have something invested in being nice people, and it's only when you have children that you realize you're not a nice person at all, but generally a selfish bully.

The man or woman who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself.

Man is the only creature whose emotions are entangled with his memory.

Death is the perfect knowing.

At Christmas, all roads lead home.

A child's hand in yours -- what tenderness and power it arouses. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.