Friendship is an art, and very few persons are born with a natural gift for it.— Kathleen Norris
The most pioneering Kathleen Norris quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.
If grace is so wonderful, why do we have such difficulty recognizing and accepting it? Maybe it's because grace is not gentle or made-to-order. It often comes disguised as loss, or failure, or unwelcome change.
In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.
We shortchange ourselves by regarding religious faith as a matter of intellectual assent. This is a modern aberration; the traditional Christian view is far more holistic, regarding faith as a whole-body experience. Sometimes it is, as W.H. Auden described it, 'a matter of choosing what is difficult all one's days as if it were easy.
Before you begin a thing, remind yourself that difficulties and delays quite impossible to foresee are ahead. If you could see them clearly, naturally you could do a great deal to get rid of them but you can't. You can only see one thing clearly and that is your goal. Form a mental vision of that and cling to it through thick and thin.
But hope has an astonishing resilience and strength.
Its very persistence in our hearts indicates that it is not a tonic for wishful thinkers but the ground on which realists stand.
Peace - that was the other name for home.
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming.
Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already hope is stirring at the edges of the day.
They are fruit and transport: ripening melons, prairie schooners journeying under full sail.
Prayer is not asking for what you think you want, but asking to be changed in ways you can't imagine.
Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.
But in order to have an adult faith, most of us have to outgrow and unlearn much of what we were taught about religion.
There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.
Men are more conventional than women and much slower to change their ideas.
Pay close attention to objects, events and natural phenomenon that would otherwise get chewed up in the daily grind.
Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.
I sense that striving for wholeness is, increasingly, a countercultural goal, as fragmented people make for better consumers.
You can only see one thing clearly, and that is your goal.
Form a mental vision of that, and cling to it through thick and thin.
The ordinary activities I find most compatible with contemplation are walking, baking bread, and doing laundry.
If we are lucky, we can give in and rest without feeling guilty.
We can stop doing and concentrate on being.
I've come to see conspiracy theories as the refuge of those who have lost their natural curiosity and ability to cope with change.
Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.
Any life lived attentively is disillusioning as it forces us to know us as we are.
When you come to a place where you have to left or right, go straight ahead.
None of us knows what the next change is going to be, what unexpected opportunity is just around the corner, waiting a few months or a few years to change all the tenor of our lives.
There is no solitude in the world like that of the big city.
I am learning to see loneliness as a seed that, when planted deep enough, can grow into writing that goes back out into the world.
The Christian religion asks us to put our trust not in ideas, and certainly not in ideologies, but in a God Who was vulnerable enough to become human and die, and Who desires to be present to us in our ordinary circumstances.
We can't give our children the future, strive though we may to make it secure.
But we can give them the present.
True hospitality is marked by an open response to the dignity of each and every person. Henri Nouwen has described it as receiving the stranger on his own terms, and asserts that it can be offered only by those who 'have found the center of their lives in their own hearts'.
This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.
Not money, or success, or position or travel or love makes happiness,--service is the secret.
When I was a child, it was a matter of pride that I could plow through a Nancy Drew story in one afternoon, and begin another in the evening. . . . I was probably trying to impress the librarians who kept me supplied with books.
Changing husbands is only changing troubles.
Each and every one of us has one obligation, during the bewildered days of our pilgrimage here: the saving of his own soul, and secondarily and incidentally thereby affecting for good such other souls as come under our influence.
I was taught that I had to 'master' subjects. But who can 'master' beauty, or peace, or joy?
Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future.
It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?
One may have been a fool, but there's no foolishness like being bitter.
But it is daily tasks, daily acts of love and worship that serve to remind us that the religion is not strictly an intellectual pursuit, and these days it is easy to lose sight of that as, like our society itself, churches are becoming more politicized and polarized. Christian faith is a way of life, not an impregnable fortress made up of ideas; not a philosophy; not a grocery list of beliefs.
The High Plains, the beginning of the desert West, often act as a crucible for those who inhabit them.
Over and over again mediocrity is promoted because real worth isn't to be found.
The demon of acedia -- also called the noonday demon -- is the one that causes the most serious trouble of all. . . . He makes it seem that the sun barely moves, if at all, and . . . he instills in the heart of the monk a hatred for the place, a hatred for his very life itself.
In middle age we are apt to reach the horrifying conclusion that all sorrow, all pain, all passionate regret and loss and bitter disillusionment are self-made
I write what I would like to read.
When you are unhappy, is there anything more maddening than to be told that you should be contented with your lot?
For grace to be grace, it must give us things we didn't know we needed and take us places where we didn't know we didn't want to go. As we stumble through the crazily altered landscape of our lives, we find that God is enjoying our attention as never before.
The often heard lament, 'I have so little time,' gives the lie to the delusion that the daily is of little significance.
I wonder if children don't begin to reject both poetry and religion for similar reasons, because the way both are taught takes the life out of them.