#pilgrim

You are also caught with the fact that man is a creature who walks in two worlds and traces upon the walls of his cave the wonders and the nightmare experiences of his spiritual pilgrimage. ↗

— Morris West

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This is the most joyful day that ever I saw in my pilgrimage on earth. ↗

— Donald Cargill

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At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks. ↗

— e. e. cummings

#clocks #fathers #indians #least #merely

A pilgrim is a wanderer with purpose. ↗

— Peace Pilgrim

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It is a pity that instead of the Pilgrim Fathers landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock had not landed on the Pilgrim Fathers. ↗

— Chauncey Depew

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Israel's capital will never again be a divided city, a city with a wall at its center, a city in which two flags fly. This city, will, in its entirety, absorb immigrants, welcome pilgrims and be the eternal capital of Israel forever. ↗

— Yitzhak Shamir

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Any biographer must of necessity become a pilgrim a peripatetic, obsessed literary pilgrim, a traveler with four eyes. ↗

— Leon Edel

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We don't think about pilgrimage in this country. We don't think about meditation. The idea of taking a six-week walk is totally foreign to most Americans. But it's probably exactly what we need. ↗

— Emilio Estevez

#country #exactly #foreign #idea #meditation

Then one day I was walking along Tinker Creek thinking of nothing at all and I saw the tree with the lights in it. I saw the backyard cedar where the mourning doves roost charged and transfigured, each cell buzzing with flame. I stood on the grass with the lights in it, grass that was wholly fire, utterfly focused and utterfly dreamed. It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance. The flood of fire abated, but I'm still spending the power. Gradually the lights went out in the cedar, the colors died, the cells unflamed and disappeared. I was still ringing. I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck. I have since only very rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it, for the moment when the mountains open and a new light roars in spate through the crack, and the mountains slam. ↗

— Anne Dillard

#pilgrim-at-tinker-creek #dreams