All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Because you red upon my dreams, the world is made of magic things.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Be patient, child!” said the Music. “But she will forget me.” “Do not worry, child. I am there. I shall not forget.” And she stared out at the planets and gentle stars and the galaxies and became forlorn for she had known a special love.“The Universe is so large, just look at it!” she cried. “Believe.” The Music sang.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Darkness is not forever, eventually there will be stars.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Every time, Love pushed down the door where her loneliness lived. The Music came and sealed the chamber of her heart. She was filled with clear sweetness that was there from the start.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

For happy are the merciful for they shall, too, know mercy.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

God requires solitude and quiet – this is part of the way He instructs us to pray to Him. We are obligated through our Love to worship Him as He sees fit. This is not the law. This is the language of Love: we love Him in the way He chooses for us to Love Him.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

He is Jesus, only. God has revealed Himself to us through Jesus. Jesus is what God wanted us to know and to love. He is not Napoleon the Great. He is not Alexander the Great. Furthermore, he is Jesus only. Furthermore, he is enough. My purpose in life is to worship Jesus and, in so doing, become more Christ-like

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick