Quotes About Pilgrimage

Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.

place of pilgrimage, and was known as Heavenfield

Egbert, alas, never got to make his planned pilgrimage, and died later in the same year.

All that is necessary to make any landscape visible and therefore impressive is to regard it from a new point of view or from an old one with our head upside down -- then we behold a new heaven and earth and are born again as if we had gone on a pilgrimage to some far off holy land.

And when they are fairly within the mighty walls of the temple and hear the psalms of the falls, they will forget themselves and become devout. Blessed, indeed, should be every pilgrim in these holy mountains!

Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.

when journeying with God some of the best parts of any pilgrimage are the detours.

Si por una malinterpretada libertad no fuéramos habitualmente fieles a esos compromisos de amor, caeríamos en la incoherencia, y si no rectificáramos con humildad, nuestra vida iría perdiendo poco a poco significado: de peregrinos nos transformaríamos en errantes.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. I laugh when I hear that people go on pilgrimage to find God.

And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.

Rather than walk about holy places we can thus pause in our thoughts, examine our heart, and visit the wheel promised land.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

Physician of the Iron Age, Goethe has done his pilgrimage. He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear -- And struck his finger on the place, And said -- Thou ailest here, and here.

Walk ten meters, you will find the lust; walk thousand miles, you may find the love! Soil is everywhere; but gold is somewhere!

The shattered wall, the broken tower have a story to tell - from the touchstones of ruins and ancient texts we make a pilgrimage. from The Ruins

Rennes-le-Château and its environs had been on the ancient pilgrim route, which ran from northern Europe to Santiago de Compostela in Spain.

He was empty, and he was full. He was alone. Yes, he was alone among men. He was an alien, a stranger and sojourner like all his fathers before him. He knew now the anguish of exiles, the depth of their loneliness. And he saw that this was a gift, for it was the state of pilgrims journeying toward their own true home.

There are many paths to Tassajara but only one road.

But I remain what I was when I started my vocation, my pilgrimage of self-discovery: a black preacher. It is for that reason that I don't want to—really, I can't afford to—give up on the possibility that white America can definitively, finally, hear from one black American preacher a plea, a cry, a sermon, from my heart to yours.

We know evolution happened because innumerable bits of data from myriad fields of science conjoin to paint a rich portrait of life's pilgrimage.

a county with a unique history of people starving and mortifying themselves for higher causes and principles, a political reflex that has twitched steadily down the years and seems rooted in some aggravated sense of sinfulness because, like no other county it is blistered with shrines and grottoes and prayer houses and hermitages just as it is crossed with pilgrim paths and penitential ways

It was not Hansu that she missed, or even Isak. What she was seeing in her dreams was her youth, her beginning, and her wishes—so this was how she became a woman. Without Hansu and Isak and Noa, there wouldn't have been this pilgrimage to this land. Beyond the dailiness, there had been moments of shimmering beauty and some glory, too, even in this ajumma's life. Even if no one knew, it was true.

Without Hansu and Isak and Noa, there wouldn't have been this pilgrimage to this land. Beyond the dailiness, there had been moments of shimmering beauty and some glory, too, even in this ajumma's life. Even if no one knew, it was true.

The three great goals of pilgrimage were Rome, Jerusalem, and Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain. Along the route to the shrine of Saint James at Santiago, the Cluniac monks had organized hostels, a day's journey apart, complete with barbers and cobblers.