Best Pilgrim Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“In the end, we are never alone! We have friends all over the world, people that are coming on our life path if they are supposed to support us, teach us a lesson, or just walk with us for a while And while walking the Camino, it is very easy to see it all and to understand how blessed you are in this life.”

Life Friends Pilgrim Camino De Santiago Never Alone Learning A Lesson Santiago De Compostella

Book:THE UNSTOPPABLE THIRST : El Camino de Santiago de Compostela An Alchemic Path Towards The Inner Self

Source: THE UNSTOPPABLE THIRST : El Camino de Santiago de Compostela An Alchemic Path Towards The Inner Self

“The Native Americans, whose wisdom Thoreau admired, regarded the Earth itself as a sacred source of energy. To stretch out on it brought repose, to sit on the ground ensured greater wisdom in councils, to walk in contact with its gravity gave strength and endurance. The Earth was an inexhaustible well of strength: because it was the original Mother, the feeder, but also because it enclosed in its bosom all the dead ancestors. It was the element in which transmission took place. Thus, instead of stretching their hands skyward to implore the mercy of celestial divinities, American Indians preferred to walk barefoot on the Earth: The Lakota was a true Naturist – a lover of Nature. He loved the earth and all things of the earth, the attachment growing with age. The old people came literally to love the soil and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power. It was good for the skin to touch the earth and the old people liked to remove their moccasins and walk with bare feet on the sacred earth. Their tipis were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth. The birds that flew in the air came to rest on the earth and it was the final abiding place of all things that lived and grew. The soil was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing. That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its life-giving forces. For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly; he can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him. Walking, by virtue of having the earth’s support, feeling its gravity, resting on it with every step, is very like a continuous breathing in of energy. But the earth’s force is not transmitted only in the manner of a radiation climbing through the legs. It is also through the coincidence of circulations: walking is movement, the heart beats more strongly, with a more ample beat, the blood circulates faster and more powerfully than when the body is at rest. And the earth’s rhythms draw that along, they echo and respond to each other. A last source of energy, after the heart and the Earth, is landscapes. They summon the walker and make him at home: the hills, the colours, the trees all confirm it. The charm of a twisting path among hills, the beauty of vine fields in autumn, like purple and gold scarves, the silvery glitter of olive leaves against a defining summer sky, the immensity of perfectly sliced glaciers … all these things support, transport and nourish us.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Slowness means cleaving perfectly to time, so closely that the seconds fall one by one, drop by drop like the steady dripping of a tap on stone. This stretching of time deepens space. It is one of the secrets of walking: a slow approach to landscapes that gradually renders them familiar. Like the regular encounters that deepen friendship.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Walking causes a repetitive, spontaneous poetry to rise naturally to the lips, words as simple as the sound of footsteps on the road. There also seems to be an echo of walking in the practice of two choruses singing a psalm in alternate verses, each on a single note, a practice that makes it possible to chant and listen by turns. Its main effect is one of repetition and alternation that St Ambrose compared to the sound of the sea: when a gentle surf is breaking quietly on the shore the regularity of the sound doesn’t break the silence, but structures it and renders it audible. Psalmody in the same way, in the to-and-fro of alternating responses, produces (Ambrose said) a happy tranquillity in the soul. The echoing chants, the ebb and flow of waves recall the alternating movement of walking legs: not to shatter but to make the world’s presence palpable and keep time with it. And just as Claudel said that sound renders silence accessible and useful, it ought to be said that walking renders presence accessible and useful.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Blinding, mineral, shattering silence. You hear nothing but the quiet crunch of stones underfoot. An implacable, definitive silence, like a transparent death. Sky of a perfectly detached blue. You advance with eyes down, reassuring yourself sometimes with a silent mumbling. Cloudless sky, limestone slabs filled with presence: silence nothing can sidestep. Silence fulfilled, vibrant immobility, tensed like a bow. There’s the silence of early morning. For long routes in autumn you have to start very early. Outside everything is violet, the dim light slanting through red and gold leaves. It is an expectant silence. You walk softly among huge dark trees, still swathed in traces of blue night. You are almost afraid of awakening. Everything whispering quietly. There’s the silence of walks through the snow, muffled footsteps under a white sky. All around you nothing moves. Things and even time itself are iced up, frozen solid in silent immobility. Everything is stopped, unified, thickly padded. A watching silence, white, fluffy, suspended as if in parentheses.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“But walking causes absorption. Walking interminably, taking in through your pores the height of the mountains when you are confronting them at length, breathing in the shape of the hills for hours at a time during a slow descent. The body becomes steeped in the earth it treads. And thus, gradually, it stops being in the landscape: it becomes the landscape. That doesn’t have to mean dissolution, as if the walker were fading away to become a mere inflection, a footnote. It’s more a flashing moment: sudden flame, time catching fire. And here, the feeling of eternity is all at once that vibration between presences. Eternity, here, in a spark.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“I hope I leave this world gracefully, like a pilgrim slips from the back of his donkey at the end of a long ride, like a traveler disembarks from an airplane that has carried him across a great ocean.”

Death Dying Pilgrim

Author:Kim Wright (The CanterburySisters)

“The simplest truth about man is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a stranger on the earth. In all sobriety, he has much more of the external appearance of one bringing alien habits from another land than of a mere growth of this one. He cannot sleep in his own skin; he cannot trust his own instincts. He is at once a creator moving miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped in artificial bandages called clothes; he is propped on artificial crutches called furniture. His mind has the same doubtful liberties and the same wild limitations. Alone among the animals, he is shaken with the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had caught sight of some secret in the very shape of the universe hidden from the universe itself. Alone among the animals he feels the need of averting his thought from the root realities of his own bodily being; of hiding them as in the presence of some higher possibility which creates the mystery of shame.”

Human Stranger Pilgrim Alien

Book:The Everlasting Man

Source: The Everlasting Man

“Every man, woman, and child on this earth is a wandering pilgrim in his or her own way—each searching for a belonging place. That sense of belonging is found only as we care for one another.”

Home America Pilgrim Wandering Care For Others Belonging Place

Book:Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern

Source: Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern

“When the Pilgrim speaks, borders fall, the migrant soul becomes the all.”

Diversity Immigration Oneness Immigrants Integration Refugee Multiculturalism Pilgrim Migrant Pursuit Of Life

Book:Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

Source: Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“O my Mansoul, I have lived, I have died, I live, and I will die no more for thee. I live that thou mayest not die. Because I live thou shalt live also; I reconciled thee to my Father by the blood of My cross, and being reconciled thou shalt live through me. I will pray for thee, I will fight for thee, I will yet do thee good. Nothing can hurt thee but sin; nothing can grieve Me but sin; nothing can make thee base before thy foes but sin; take heed of sin, my Mansoul.”

Men War Soul God Christian Spiritual Spirit Spirituality Christ Sin Christianity Progress Holy Man Holiness Pilgrim God S Love Puritan Bunyan

Book:The Holy War

Source: The Holy War

“Joy is not the satisfied contemplation of an accomplished result, the emotion of victory, the satisfaction of having succeeded. It is the sign of an energy that is deftly deployed, it is a free affirmation: everything comes easy. Joy is an activity: executing with ease something difficult that has taken time to master, asserting the faculties of the mind and the body. Joys of thought when it finds and discovers, joys of the body when it achieves without effort. That is why joy, unlike pleasure, increases with repetition, and is enriched. When you are walking, joy is a basso continuo. Locally, of course, you may run into effort and difficulty. You will also find immediate moments of contentment: a proud gaze backwards to contemplate the long steep plunge of the slope behind you. Those satisfactions, though, too often present an opportunity to reintroduce quantities, scores, figures (which track? how long? what altitude?). And walking becomes a competition. That is why expeditions in high mountain country (conquering peaks, each one a challenge) are always slightly impure: because they give rise to narcissistic gratification. What dominates in walking, away from ostentation and showing off, is the simple joy of feeling your body in the most primitively natural activity.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“In the history of walking, many experts considering him (Wordsworth) the authentic originator of the long expedition. He was the first – at a time (the late eighteenth century) when walking was the lot of the poor, vagabonds and highwaymen, not to mention travelling showmen and pedlars – to conceive of the walk as a poetic act, a communion with Nature, fulfilment of the body, contemplation of the landscape. Christopher Morley wrote of him that he was ‘one of the first to use his legs in the service of philosophy’.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Perhaps the itinerant monks called ‘Gyrovagues’ were especially responsible for promoting this view of our condition as eternal strangers. They journeyed ceaselessly from monastery to monastery, without fixed abode, and they haven’t quite disappeared, even today: it seems there are still a handful tramping Mount Athos. They walk for their entire lives on narrow mountain paths, back and forth on a long repeated round, sleeping at nightfall wherever their feet have taken them; they spend their lives murmuring prayers on foot, walk all day without destination or goal, this way or that, taking branching paths at random, turning, returning, without going anywhere, illustrating through endless wandering their condition as permanent strangers in this profane world.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Days of slow walking are very long: they make you live longer, because you have allowed every hour, every minute, every second to breathe, to deepen, instead of filling them up by straining the joints…”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Walking: it hits you at first like an immense breathing in the ears. You feel the silence as if it were a great fresh wind blowing away clouds. There’s the silence of woodland. Clumps and groves of trees form shifting, uncertain walls around us. We walk along existing paths, narrow winding strips of beaten earth. We quickly lose our sense of direction. That silence is tremulous, uneasy. Then there’s the silence of tough summer afternoon walks across the flank of a mountain, stony paths, exposed to an uncompromising sun.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Think while walking, walk while thinking, and let writing be but the light pause, as the body on a walk rests in contemplation of wide open spaces.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“This time, there’s no question of freeing yourself from artifice to taste simple joys. Instead there is the promise of meeting a freedom head-on as an outer limit of the self and of the human, an internal overflowing of a rebellious Nature that goes beyond you. Walking can provoke these excesses: surfeits of fatigue that make the mind wander, abundances of beauty that turn the soul over, excesses of drunkenness on the peaks, the high passes (where the body explodes). Walking ends by awakening this rebellious, archaic part of us: our appetites become rough and uncompromising, our impulses inspired. Because walking puts us on the vertical axis of life: swept along by the torrent that rushes just beneath us. What I mean is that by walking you are not going to meet yourself. By walking, you escape from the very idea of identity, the temptation to be someone, to have a name and a history. Being someone is all very well for smart parties where everyone is telling their story, it’s all very well for psychologists’ consulting rooms. But isn’t being someone also a social obligation which trails in its wake – for one has to be faithful to the self-portrait – a stupid and burdensome fiction? The freedom in walking lies in not being anyone; for the walking body has no history, it is just an eddy in the stream of immemorial life.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“You lift your head, you’re on your way, but really just to be walking, to be out of doors. That’s it, that’s all, and you’re there. Outdoors is our element: the exact sensation of living there.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“And as we know from the pilgrimage diaries of Swami Ramdas, it is when we renounce everything that everything is given to us, in abundance. Everything: meaning the intensity of presence itself.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“An author who composes while walking, on the other hand, is free from such bonds; his thought is not the slave of other volumes, not swollen with verifications, nor weighted with the thought of others. It contains no explanation owed to anyone: just thought, judgement, decision. It is thought born of a movement, an impulse. In it we can feel the body’s elasticity, the rhythm of a dance. It retains and expresses the energy, the springiness of the body. Here is thought about the thing itself, without the scrambling, the fogginess, the barriers, the customs clearances of culture and tradition. The result will not be long and meticulous exegesis, but thoughts that are light and profound. That is really the challenge: the lighter a thought, the more it rises, and becomes profound by rising – vertiginously – above the thick marshes of conviction, opinion, established thought. While books conceived in the library are on the contrary superficial and heavy. They remain on the level of recopying.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“When one has walked a long way to reach the turning in the path that discloses an anticipated view, and that view appears, there is always a vibration of the landscape. It is repeated in the walker’s body. The harmony of the two presences, like two strings in tune, each feeding off the vibration of the other, is like an endless relaunch. Eternal Recurrence is the unfolding in a continuous circle of the repetition of those two affirmations, the circular transformation of the vibration of the presences. The walker’s immobility facing that of the landscape … it is the very intensity of that co-presence that gives birth to an indefinite circularity of exchanges: I have always been here, tomorrow, contemplating this landscape.”

“When walking in this mode we discover the immense vigour of starry night skies, elemental energies, and our appetites follow: they are enormous, and our bodies are satisfied. When you have slammed the world’s door, there is nothing left to hold you: pavements no longer guide your steps (the path, a hundred thousand times repeated, of the return to the fold). Crossroads shimmer like hesitant stars, you rediscover the tremulous fear of choosing, a vertiginous freedom.”

Source: A Philosophy of Walking

“Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with pride For they are the players of harmony. Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with pride For they are the conductors of unity. And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their hearts For they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.”

“After many paths and many years, perhaps many lifetimes, we become aware of the sacredness of our suffering.”

Source: Back To Grace: Spiritual Poetry & Reflections

“Billy Pilgrim has become unstuck in time.”

Humor Five Pilgrim Slaughterhouse Five Billy Vonnegut

Book:SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

Source: SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

“Poo-tee-weet?”

Five Pilgrim Billy Vonnegut Slaughterhouse

Book:SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

Source: SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

“You need to go. You will go,” she proclaimed. “You’re already a pilgrim, Freddi.” Every time I spoke to her, she repeated it for years, including the last time I’d spoken with her, just a few days before I walked off the doorstep of that albergue in Saint-Jean-Pied-De-Port. “Pilgrim.” She was the first to call me that, but not the last. Everyone became a pilgrim that first day. Our openness with one another created something. We surrounded ourselves with people of all generations and cultures and backgrounds; we were united in exhaustion from carrying our damaged, decaying spirits.”

Pilgrim Pilgrimage Cultures Camino De Santiago Camino De Santiago Books

Book:Relish In the Tread

Source: Relish In the Tread

“May God bless and guide us on path of light in Jesus Name.”

Path Journey Spiritual Quotes Light And Darkness Pilgrim Travelling Prayerful Prayerful Habits Paths Of Life Spiritual Success Prayerquotes

Book:Think Great: Be Great!

Source: Think Great: Be Great!

“We were two of a kind, the only difference being that he was reverential before all the traditional word magic, and I would steal it if I could. He came to the tradition as a pilgrim, I as a pickpocket.”

Tradition Reverence Theft Pilgrim Pickpocket

Book:Crossing to Safety

Source: Crossing to Safety

“Orpheus had found his wife waiting for him and bargained with Hades and Persephone for her release. But Dietmar had no sweet songs to soften the Devil's heart, only his love. Perhaps he would be forced to remain so that they might go free? He would take that bargain and be glad for it.”

Horror Fiction Pilgrim Orpheus And Eurydice

Book:Pilgrim: A Medieval Horror

Source: Pilgrim: A Medieval Horror

“Ask the blaze of my trail, if you drown in doubts or dismay - you exist best when you exist not, every seeker is tomorrow's yesterday.”

Leadership Humanitarian Braveheart Be The Change Pilgrim Pursuit Of Truth Seeker Truth Seeker Trailblazer Seeker Of Truth

Book:Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

Source: Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“Every seeker is tomorrow's yesterday.”

Leadership Humanitarian Braveheart Be The Change Change The World Pilgrim Pursuit Of Truth Seeker Truth Seeker Seeker Of Truth

Book:Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

Source: Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“Faint not, poor soul, in God still trust; Fear not the things thou suffer must; For, whom he loves he doth chastise, And then all tears wipes from their eyes. William Bradford Plymouth Colony Governor”

America Religion Survival Pilgrim Colony Puritan Mayflower Indians Governor

Book:Mayflower: A Story of Courage, Community, and War

Source: Mayflower: A Story of Courage, Community, and War

“Att hjälpa en person motsvarar hundra pilgrimsfärder.”

Religion Pilgrim Mänsklighet Helighet Gudomlighet Andlighet Upplysning Gudomlig Hjälpande Pilgrimsfärd

Book:Världsviking: Gudomlig Poesi

Source: Världsviking: Gudomlig Poesi

“I believe each of us is a pilgrim in our own way; we are all lost souls, trying to find our way home.”

Home Lost Heaven Pilgrim Wandering Lost Souls Lost And Found Heavenly Home Pilgrims

Book:Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern

Source: Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern

“your mouth corrupts me protests time i found religion in those freckles & became a pilgrim your infinite hands just so meant for worship come, absolve me make me light, light”

Hands Light Worship Infinite Love Poem Corrupt Pilgrim Mouth Freckles Absolve

Author:Kamand Kojouri

“One hundred years before the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth, the Spanish government issued a decree authorizing the enslavement of the American Indian as in accord with the law of God and man.”

Men Years Government Law Hundred Indian Accord Pilgrim Decree American Indian Enslavement Plymouth

Book:SERVING THE REPUBLIC

Source: SERVING THE REPUBLIC

“Pilgrims who are looking for a cure are soon looking for a curio.”

Cures Pilgrim

Author:Morley Safer

“The Church must be seen as the company of pilgrims on the way to the end of the world and the ends of the earth.”

World Way Ends Earth Church Company End Of The World Pilgrim

Author:Lesslie Newbigin

“Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh”

America Courses Next Land Love You Pilgrim

Author:e. e. cummings

“Cultivate your garden Do not depend upon teachers to educate you follow your own bent, pursue your curiosity bravely, express yourself, make your own harmony In the end, education, like happiness, is individual, and must come to us from life and from ourselves. There is no way; each pilgrim must make his own path. "Happiness," said Chamfort, "is not easily won; it is hard to find it in ourselves, and impossible to find it elsewhere.”

Way Said Ends Hard Joy Individual Path Teacher Impossible Depends Garden Harmony Curiosity Pursue Educate Elsewhere Bent Express Yourself Pilgrim

Author:Will Durant

“A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me, For Christ's sweet sake and charity.”

World Christ Sweet Charity Sake Wander Beggar Pilgrim Beggary

Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell (Illustrated)

“Was there ever yet anything written by mere man that was wished longer by its readers, excepting Don Quixote, Robinson Crusoe, and the Pilgrim's Progress?”

Men Progress Written Reader Mere Pilgrim Robinson Crusoe

Author:Samuel Johnson

“Such is the effect of the grace of God in the heart of a pilgrim; while on one hand he sees the propensity of his evil nature to every sin which has been committed by others, and is humbled; he also confesses, that, by no power of his own, is he preserved, but ever gives the glory to the God of all grace, by whose power alone he is kept from falling.”

Giving Heart Has Beens Hands Fall Evil Sin Grace Effects Glory Committed Confession Grace Of God Pilgrim Propensity

Book:The Select Works of John Bunyan: Containing the Pilgrim's Progress ... with a Life of the Author

Source: The Select Works of John Bunyan: Containing the Pilgrim's Progress ... with a Life of the Author

“He who would valiant be against all disaster; let him in constancy follow the Master. There's no discouragement shall make him once relent; his first avowed intent to be a pilgrim.”

Firsts Masters Disaster Pilgrim Discouragement Constancy Valiant

Author:John Buchan

“Education must remove hatred between the pilgrims on the various roads to God. There is only one God, one Goal, one Law, one Truth, one Religion and one Reason.”

Reason Law Goal Hatred Various Remove Pilgrim

Author:Sathya Sai Baba

“A pilgrim is a wanderer with purpose.”

Purpose Peace Pilgrim Wanderers

Author:Peace Pilgrim

“Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?”

Men Eye Care Past Mother Girl Rich Broken West South Rounds Lips Affection East Boards Links Gray Guests Worn Pie Pilgrim Pumpkin Thanksgiving Day North And South Pumpkin Pie

Author:John Greenleaf Whittier

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