Quotes About Pilgrimage

Would a Catholic turn down the chance to visit Lourdes? Or a Muslim an opportunity to see Mecca? Well, no self-respecting criminal would pass up the offer of a week in Odessa.

Pilgrimage, then, is an image of what the journey of life is about. That, I believe, is the reason it endures—not because of relics and shrines, but because we sense intuitively that this holy journey is a rehearsal for death and resurrection. We go on pilgrimage to see our life in miniature, to walk physically and geographically the journey of the soul to God.

This spiritual journey also involves leaving something behind. It involves letting go, trusting that what we love will somehow be okay without our being there. Pilgrimage from the very beginning, and of its very nature, involves surrender—surrender to a power beyond ourselves, a power we trust in, a power we are both leaving behind to care for those we love and that at the same time is drawing us away from them to another place that will help us better relate and love.

The final mountain is Subasio, the spiritual mountain I've been traveling toward since I was thirteen years old: Mount Subasio on whose spur lies Assisi where Saint Francis was born and where he is buried.

Mainly it's the stories we carry with us, the tales of those who've gone before, those who've made their own map, as we will make ours. The stories and rituals passed down from generation to generation. They will help us make our map. The stories, rituals, the Spirit of God. Of these shall we be created anew. Of these three is pilgrimage: story, ritual, Spirit. How we listen and do and pray becomes the map we make.

Pilgrimage is extroverted mysticism, just as mysticism is introverted pilgrimage

Here I found those who had set out before me, both by sea and land, except those who have died.

For me, going to Minneapolis is like going to Mecca.

The geographical pilgrimage is the symbolic acting out of an inner journey. The inner journey is the interpolation of the meanings and signs of the outer pilgrimage. One can have one without the other. It is best to have both.

Let this be the ending of the book but by no means the end of the searching.

our life a short pilgrimage, the interval between emergence from original oneness and sinking back into it!

We have come back from Jerusalem where we found not what we sought!

I was not looking for an experience; I was seeking a walk.

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo,And we been pilgrymes, passing to and fro.Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.

The lid has come off and whatever was inside it has certainly got out. Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder?

My God, that bloody casket has fallen on the floor! Some people were hammering in the next flat and it fell off its bracket. The lid has come off and whatever was inside it has certainly got out. Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder?

navegación y los cuatro días de ceremonias, en los que los devotos acuden en masa a pagar sus mandas y promesas.

Undertake this journey for the remission of your sins, with the assurance of the imperishable glory of the Kingdom of Heaven!

The reading of the book was a journey.

For all they had suffered during those first terrible winters in America, their best years were behind them, in Leiden. Never again would they know the same rapturous sense of divine fellowship that had first launched them on this quest.

Ezra the artist, who Possuelo saw fit to set free, took to painting a mural to fill one of the larger caverns. It tickled him that this could become a pilgrimage destination for future Tonists, if indeed there would be any future Tonists, and that his cave paintings might be endlessly analyzed by scholars of tomorrow. He introduced some odd elements just to confuse them. A dancing bear, a five-eyed boy, and an eleven-hour clock missing the number 4.

morning, it touches the nerves quickly as if we were already in the hunter's sights. the body yawns and stretches in the light. the pilgrimage is about to begin.

Besides, what kind of pilgrimage would it be if it didn't contain some element of hardship and enigma? The quest is essential to the ritual. To orient ourselves at the interface of the visible and invisible worlds - which may be the purpose of all pilgrimages - we must embrace the search as well as its goal. If our journey into the heart (or vagina) of meaning resembles in any appreciable manner our last trip to the shopping mall, we're probably doing something wrong.

I am going to give my psychoanalyst one more year, then I'm going to Lourdes.