Quotes About Life

When your life awakens and you begin to sense the destiny that brought you here, you endeavour to live a life that is generous and worthy of the blessing and invitation that is always calling you.

When you regain a sense of your life as a journey of discovery, you return to rhythm with yourself. When you take the time to travel with reverence, a richer life unfolds before you. Moments of beauty begin to braid your days.

We were sent into the world alive with beauty. As soon as we choose Beauty, unseen forces conspire to guide and encourage us towards unexpected forms of compassion, healing and creativity.

It's strange to be here, the mystery never leaves you alone.

I would love to live Like a river flows Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding - Fluent

We have fallen out of belonging. Consequently, when we stand before crucial thresholds in our lives, we have no rituals to protect, encourage, and guide us as we cross over into the unknown.

This earth is the only constant in our lives. It has been here for millions of years before us. It was his gift to unearth its riches; that this human-come-lately is but the latest link in the chain of evolution. We must become aware of our present stage of becoming and to do this we need to look back at our history.

You are as young as you feel. If you begin to feel the warmth of your soul, there will be a youthfulness in you that no one will be able to take away from you.

The interplay between farmers and the elements was a poem without words, the echo which would always return to him. The air could hold the breeze of the rain or the wind of warmth to the discerning nose. The stone carved its memory deep into the hands that chiseled it. Fire was life in the hearth which was the center of home. Water introduced itself to us from its most natural source in streams and wells.

We all have experiences, but as T. S. Eliot said, we had the experience but missed the meaning. Every human heart seeks meaning; for it is in meaning that our deepest shelter lies.

It was Kierkegaard who said that life must be lived forward, but it can only be understood backward.

On a farm you learn to respect nature, particularly for the wisdom of its dark underworld. When you sow things in the spring, you commit them to the darkness of the soil.

Maybe this is one of the secrets of death: that you die only when your invisible, unchosen lives have also fulfilled themselves, so that you bring into the eternal world not only your one known life but also the unknown, unchosen lives as well.

You know that if you are graced with creative and compassionate and warm awareness, you are going to have and incredible life. You are going to have sufferings as well, but you will always return to that place of warmth and fire within yourself.

We should never forget that death is waiting for us. A man once said to a friend of mine in Gaelic, 'we'll be lying down in the earth for about fifteen million years, and we have short exposure.' You have to begin to transfigure your fear...at the end of your life, when death comes, it won't be some kind of monster, but it can actually be a friend who hides the most truthful image of your soul.

To live like this is to experience time as a constant invitation to growth

Each of us is a secret envoi of the earth. We

When a person is at home in his life, he always has a clear instinct about the shape of outer situations; even in the midst of confusion he can discern the traces of a path forward.

Life is incredibly contingent and unexpected.

I don't believe that death comes at the end of a life. I believe your death was there at your birth with you. It was the unknown presence. Every step of the road of your life that you take, your death is beside you.

We are sent into the world to live to the full everything that awakens within us and everything that comes toward us.

I often think that there is, in every life, some haunted room that you never want to go into, and that you do your best to forget was there at all. You will never break in that door with your mind, or with your will. Only with the gentle coaxing of the imagination will that door be opened to you and will you be given the gift back again of a part of yourself that either you or someone else had forced you to drive away and reject.

In the letters between Boris Pasternak and Olga Ivinskaya there is the beautiful recognition: "When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, its sound is often no louder than the beating of your heart and it is very easy to miss it.

From time immemorial it has been one of the deepest longings of the human heart to strain against the erosion of one's life, to find a way of living and being that manages to find some stable ground within time, a place from where something eternal can be harvested from our disappearance. This is what all art strives for: the creation of a living permanence.