The best Book Quotes (Page 16)

Faith does not grow in the house of certainty.

It is so easy to get sucked into the if-only game, and playing it is a short and slippery slide into despair.

It is not the nature of love to force a relationship, but it is the nature of love to open the way.

Lies are a little fortress. Inside them you can feel safe and powerful.

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.

Evil is a word we use to describe the absence of Good, just as we use the word darkness to describe the absence of Light or death to describe the absence of Life. Both evil and darkness can only be understood in relation to Light and Good; they do not have any actual existence. I am Light and I am Good. I am Love and there is no darkness in me. Light and Good actually exist. So, removing yourself from me will plunge you into darkness.

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.

'Does that mean,' asked Mack, 'that all roads will lead to you?'
'Not at all,' smiled Jesus, 'Most roads don't lead anywhere. What it does mean is that I will travel any road to find you.'

I don't just want a piece of you and a piece of your life. Even if you were able, which you are not, to give me the biggest piece, that is not what I want. I want all of you and all of every part of you and your day.

Relationships are never about power, and one way to avoid the will to power is to choose to limit oneself- to serve.

True love never forces.

'Jesus?', he whispered as his voice choked.
'I feel so lost.' A hand reached out and squeezed his, and didn't let go.
'I know Mack. But it's not true. I am with you and I'm not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly. You are not lost.'

So many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the knowing that grows and love simply expands to contain it.

Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly.

If anything matters then everything matters. Because you are important, everything you do is important. Every time you forgive, the universe changes; every time you reach out and touch a heart or a life, the world changes; with every kindness and service, seen or unseen, my purposes are accomplished and nothing will be the same again.

Forgiveness in no way requires that you trust the one you forgive.

I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships so will our healing, and I know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside.

You cannot produce trust, just as you cannot 'do' humility. It either is or is not. Trust is the fruit of a relationship in which you know you are loved. Because you do not know that I love you, you cannot trust me.

Don't ever discount the wonder of your tears. They can be healing waters and a stream of joy. Sometimes they are the best words the heart can speak.

Religion, politics and economics... the man-created trinity of terrors that ravages the earth and deceives those that I care about. What mental turmoil and anxiety does any human face that is not related to one of those three?
Put simply, these terrors are tools that many use to prop up their illusions of security and control. People are afraid of uncertainty, afraid of the future. These institutions, these structures and ideologies are all a vain effort to create some sense of certainty and security where there isn't any. It's all false! Systems cannot provide your security, only I can.

Forgiveness is first for you, the forgiver, to release you from something that will eat you alive; that will destroy your joy and your ability to love fully and openly.

It is the human paradigm; it is like water to the fish, so prevalent that it goes unseen and unquestioned.

I don't need to punish people for sin. Sin is its own punishment, devouring you from the inside.

Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.

'What day is it?'
'It's today,' squeaked Piglet
'My favorite day,' said Pooh

Dedicated to: You.
There will never be another like you.
For me... you are the one.
Yeah, I don't have enough words for this...

All the Montroses love secrets. They always have. That's the only reason my poor brother married your grandmother in the first place, if you ask me. It can't have been her alluring charms, anyway, because she didn't have any.

My grandmother, on the other hand, was staring at me if she was seeing me for the first time. And possibily she was.

That is, I tried to look at him cooly and expectantly, but I probably really had an expression on my face saying, 'Oh, I'm cute little Bambi, please don´t shoot me!'

So if he's not your boyfriend, how come he can touch you?

Trust no one. Not even your own feelings.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

While there's life there's hope.

Farewell, o Gandalf! May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected!

Bilbo: 'So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.'

Short cuts make for long delays.

Thorin: 'There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.'

Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the walls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they have long known.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

He called you pretty... That's practically an insult, the way you look right now... You're much more than beautiful.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company.

The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So... good luck figuring that out.

Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.

'And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?'
'That's right,' I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word.
He shook his head. 'You're incredible.'