The beauty of nature insists on taking its time. Everything is prepared. Nothing is rushed. The rhythm of emergence is a gradual,… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
“We have fallen out of belonging. Consequently, when we stand before crucial thresholds in our lives, we have no rituals to protect,… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
I always was kind of on the edge of the church when I was fully in it , cos I was always asking the… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition. — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
It is lovely to meet an old person whose face is deeply lined, a face that has been deeply inhabited, to look in the… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
“For Someone Awakening To The Trauma of His or Her Past: For everything under the sun there is a time. This is the season… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
It is a strange and wonderful fact to be here, walking around in a body, to have a whole world within you and a… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
“If we could be mindful of how short our time is, we might learn how precious each day is.” — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
If you try to avoid or remove the awkward quality, it will pursue you. The only effective way to still its unease is to… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
A friend is a loved one who awakens your life in order to free the wild possibilities within you. — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
“There is a poetic import to the phrase ‘without a shadow of a doubt’: in all probability, there is no doubt without a shadow.… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
If you allow yourself to be the person you are then everything will come into rhythm. — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
Much of the stress and emptiness that haunt us can be traced back to our lack of attention to beauty. Internally, the mind becomes… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
Consumerism is the worship of the god of quantity; advertising is its liturgy. Advertising is schooling in false longing. — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
