Janet Devries

“So, art is saying Stop. It helps us to stop by putting a frame around something and makes us see it in a way we would never have seen it under the normal circumstances of living, as so many of us do, on sort of automatic pilot, going through the world without really seeing much of anything.”
― Frederick Buechner, The Remarkable Ordinary: How to Stop, Look, and Listen to Life

“Lord, such fire
from a match you never lit.”
― Ilya Kaminsky, Deaf Republic

“To say that I was born again, to use that traditional phrase, is to say too much because I remained in most ways as self-centered and squeamish after the fact as I was before, and God knows remain so still. And in another way to say that I was born again is to say too little because there have been more than a few such moments since, times when from beyond time something too precious to tell has glinted in the dusk, always just out of reach, like fireflies.”
― Frederick Buechner, The Sacred Journey: A Memoir of Early Days

“What’s lost is nothing to what’s found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.”
― Frederick Buechner, A Crazy, Holy Grace: The Healing Power of Pain and Memory