David Paul Kirkpatrick Quotes
We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.
All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.
The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.
There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes
Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.
The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.
Small as a pea. Wider than the sea. This is where you and I came to be.
Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.
What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots!
Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into grey. Maddie’s heart had somehow faded with it.
I no longer belong to your ways. My religion is love. Every heart is my church.
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
In the river swam the gleaming fish, which were meant for water, just as humankind is meant for love.
He tossed a word like a ball, never letting it fall. Instead it swam in the air, without care, strung together with an art that came straight from his heart.
Sometimes there were troubles but no one can be a hero without the heart being torn open.
Oh come, ‘though you have broken your promises a hundred times…Come home, stranger and alien, come home to me….Come home, space traveler, lover of leaving for I am here...
The Music blows wherever Music pleases, you hear it’s sound, but you cannot tell where the Music comes from or where the Music is going.
While the Holy Spirit is hidden, He is never, ever absent
It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul.
She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.
The woman of her dreams went into her arms without shame or awkwardness as the boldness of Love overcame them both.
There was no necessity for either to have the last word. For the first word became the only word of their romantic conversation.
Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?
Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.
Since that night you walked through my dreams, the world is full of magic things.
I am a follower of Jesus and a student of the Buddha. Why is that so hard for my fellow Christians to grasp?
The devout life does not solely entail living as a monk or ascetic, though that is fine. The devout life requires bringing God into all things.
We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see.
Every time, Love pushed down the door where her loneliness lived. The Music came and sealed the chamber of her heart. She was filled with clear sweetness that was there from the start.
Through science, she could reach anyone at anytime around the world, but no one seemed to know what to say.
Love is the reason why, in confusion, we understand.
Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home.
For happy are the merciful for they shall, too, know mercy.
They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyways?
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of Love. Along that river is the tree of heaven.