3,025 Quotes by Craig D. Lounsbrough

After enough failed attempts to rescue myself, I finally realized that I am my own worst first responder.

As utterly irrational as it might seem, the greed within me has the most limited vision I can possibly imagine as it has eyes only for the few things it doesn’t have, and it is completely blind to all the many remarkable things that it does.

Pain dutifully reminds me that the world is terribly imperfect, but it faithfully helps me appreciate the world on those days when it’s a little closer to being perfect.

Despite all of our incessant tinkering, we can’t manufacture the things we most desperately need. And if perchance we do, they will never be more than pathetically emaciated facsimiles that will leave us emaciated. And until we finally realize that we can only ‘find’ these things, we will never sense any compulsion to ‘find’ God.

It might not be about perfection. Rather, it may be that that which is imperfect is that which has the most character.

Men can dig wells, but they can’t create water.

Christmas embodies everything that I need. However, everything that I need is often made up of a lot of stuff I don’t want.

I thought myself sufficiently shrewd to make whatever decisions I wanted to make, and then to be able to sufficiently steer those decisions away from the rather dark and nasty places they would naturally take me. And I stand oddly perplexed that suddenly everything around me is dark and nasty.

To read and to not have been changed in the reading is to have picked up a book without it ever having picked you up.