Quotes about Guidance

The dead don't die. They look on and help.

We must remember that our children are very much what we make them.

O the blest eyes, the happy hearts, That see, that know the guiding thread so fine, Along the mighty labyrinth. -from Song of the Universal

Prayer is the key to each new day and the lock for every night.

I've come to realize that the only way to deal with life's problems is to walk close to the Lord.

Let us not argue over our being labeled as either spiritual or carnal. If we are not governed by the Holy Spirit what profit will the mere designation of spiritual be to us? This is after all a matter of life, not of title.

I am an ignorant pilgrim, crossing a dark valley. And yet for a long time, looking back, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I have been led—make of that what you will.

Romanists argue that such is the obscurity of the Scriptures, that not only the people, but the Church itself needs the aid of tradition in order to their being properly understood. But if the Bible, a comparatively plain book, in one probable volume, needs to be thus explained, what is to explain the hundreds of folios in which these traditions are recorded? Surely a guide to the interpretation of the latter must be far more needed than for the Scriptures.

Never make it without the compass. In the trees, I'd lose all sense of perspective. Direction. Maybe life is like that.

If that summer taught me anything, it was this: girls need their father. Period. And I couldn't really tell you why other than it's the father who tells them who they are. Until he does, they're just floating in the earth like that tooth. Buried in some trash mound. Waiting to be discovered by somebody with a shovel who won't crack it or crush it.

Girls need their father. Period. And I couldn't really tell you why other than it's the father who tells them who they are. Until he does, they're just floating in the earth like that tooth. Buried in some trash mound. Waiting to be discovered by somebody with a shovel who won't crack it or crush it. [Murphy Shepherd]

I know I'm not alone and I don't walk alone. That I won't. When the thin whisper of a veil between what I can't see and what I can is pulled back and for one brief second I get a glimpse of what will be. Where the words 'might' and 'hope' intersect.