144 Quotes by L.R. Knost

If we slow down and take the time to listen every soul we encounter can teach us something new. Wisdom comes in every shape and size and color and language and form imaginable. The only true limitation is our own inability to see and hear and understand the infinite beauty and wisdom of the human spirit, regardless of its packaging.

Life doesn't always get better.But you do. You get stronger.You get wiser. You get softer.With tattered wings you rise.And the world watches in wonderat the breathless beauty ofa human who survived life.

Pieces of who I wasshatteredreassembledinto who I am;Shards shaping into prisms casting arcs of soul-fireinto who I will be;I am a kaleidoscopeof all the versionsof myselfI was and amand will become.

The job of each generation is to solve more problems than they create and to lift up the next generation to be better than the last. Simply repeating the past does neither.

Beauty is not found in uniformity,nor value in conformity. It is in ourcolors and quirks and flaws and scarsthat true beauty and value unfold,because that is where our stories are told.

Forget that old adage 'forgive and forget.' It's an impossible standard. The human heart never forgets its pain. We can and often do choose to forgive and heal and move on. But the scars remain. Like words pounded out on an old typewriter leave impressions that can never truly be erased, the heart remembers.

Strength is like the windnow raging with the fierceness of a hurricanedetermined to overcome any obstacle in its pathnow vanishing into a breath-stealing stillnesswhen life hits too hard and the soul gasps for reliefnow stirring softly to whisper that it's okayto struggle, to fail, to suffer, to restbecause life goes onand strength will eventually rise againto carry us through...just maybe not right now.

Strength is not a roar of thunder in the heart. That is passionStrength is not a process of logic in the mind.That is reason.Strength is a soul-deep voice that whispers'keep going' when we feel like giving up.

The world told you that you had to hide your pain,to be small and quiet,so you wouldn't rock the boat.And you believed.Then one day you saw the silent pain in the eyesof a small and quiet girl in a boat boundfor nowhere.And a warrior awoke.You freed the girl from the silent shacklesand told her that her story mattered,to tell it deep and wide and loud,to set the boat ablaze with every fierce and fiery wordso all the world could hearand heal.And you believed.