“To confess your sins to God is not to tell God anything God doesn't already know. Until you confess them, however, they are the abyss between you. When you confess them, they become the Golden Gate Bridge.” — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
In the entire history of the universe, let alone in your own history, there has never been another day just like today, and there… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
People are disturbed not by things but by the view they take of them. They may forget what you said, but they will never… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
It is impossible to conceive how different things would have turned out if that birth had not happened whenever, wherever, however it didfor millions… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
At least to look back over their own lives, as I have looked back over mine, for certain themes and patterns and signals that… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
Snobs are people who look down on other people, but that does not justify our looking down on them. Who can say what dark… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
I could, of course, have done no more if no less than affiliated myself in one way or another with a particular church, could… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
Even the saddest things can become, once we have made peace with them, a source of wisdom and strength. — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
A Christian isn't necessarily any nicer than anybody else, just better informed. — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
“The things that the world fills time with are enough to turn the heart to stone, but the goodness of time itself is as… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
The pride that keeps us from forgiving is the same pride which keeps us from accepting forgiveness. — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
“You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but a the same time you carry them with you in… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
If the truth is worth telling, it is worth making a fool of yourself to tell it. — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
