Quotes About Guidance

Son," he said, "you monkeyed up.

I remembered what Mr. Hall had told me when I first asked him for a lesson: the kids who watch planes are destined to be pilots.

The world is full of shitheads, Rhea. Don't listen to them—listen to me. And I know that Lou is one of those shitheads. But I listen.

Du bist gesund, meinte er. Morgen sagst du mir, wohin ich dich bringen soll.

I know enough to know that when you're in a pickle . . . call Mom.

In study after study, researchers find that if people are unclear about where they are going, they'll just default to their old patterns and habits.

For the first time in our lives, we weren't trying to create our own opportunities; we were simply trying to respond to the Spirit's leading.

Sometimes," he said, "when I'm in a social pickle, I like to ask myself, WWJAD?" I raised an eyebrow, and he explained. "What Would Jane Austen Do?

Katherine believed that when the work was going well things just fell into place, as if by magic. It was the artist's job to open herself up, let herself be guided to whatever the next step might be.

A spirit may come to pass along a message you may not wish to hear or even to warn you of something.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold, and had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding us, we should stumble and totter yet.

Forget your anger, for she's hard to guide any way but her own.

No, come here, Miss Catherine, now and then: not every morning, but once or twice a week.' The father launched towards his son a glance of bitter contempt.

He tears down my handiwork, boxes my ears, and croaks: ' ''T' maister nobbut just buried, and Sabbath nut oe'red, und t' sahnd uh't gospel still i' yer lugs, and yah darr be laiking! shame on ye! sit ye dahn, ill childer! they's good books enough if ye'll read 'em; sit ye dahn, and think uh yer sowls!

As if the chart were given.

Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all -

After all, there is nothing like a mother telling you that you're making a bad decision to convince you that what you are doing is the absolute best course of action.

I see the light at the end of the candle.

Work will be your mother, she whispered; it will lead you through dark days; it will clear you a level place to rest at last.

Influenza delle stelle—the influence of the stars.

My job wasn't to cure all Ita Noonan's ills but to bring her safe through this particular calamity, I reminded myself, to push her little boat back into the current of what I imagined to be her barely bearable life.

It was only a path through the woods, I told myself. Tangled and faint and looping but a path just the same, and didn't every path have an end?

Thinking that maybe we were indeed the sport of the stars. With their invisible silks, they tugged us this way and that.