25 Top Quotes By Phyllis Theroux
Phyllis Grissim Theroux is a renowned American journalist from San Francisco, California. She is well-known for her works and children books namely ‘California and Other States of Grace’ and ‘Nightlights: Bedtime Stories for Parents in the Dark’. Her other notable works include The Journals of a Keeper, The Book of Eulogies, Giovanni's light and The Black House Along with her written works. She is also the founder of the Nightwriters seminar. She held a regular post of an essayist and columnist at ‘The News Hour’ with Jim Lehrer. We have curated her notable quotes and thoughts from her well-known works. Her thoughts and sayings emphasized on the importance of wisdom, knowledge, learning and self- righteousness. Let us go through some of the most popular quotes from this eminent children book writer.
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.
Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.
We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.
I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere, without moving anything but your heart.
One of the earliest religious disappointments in a young girl's life devolves upon her unanswered prayer for a horse.
If there is any reason to single out artists as being more necessary to our lives than any others, it is because they provide us with light that cannot be extinguished. They go into dark rooms and poke at their souls until the contours of our own are familiar to us.
Rearing three children is like growing a cactus, a gardenia, and a tubful of impatiens. Each needs varying amounts of water, sunlight and pruning. Were I to be absolutely fair, I would have to treat each child as if he or she were absolutely identical to the other siblings, and there would be no profit for anyone in that.
We revisit those places where we experienced love, as pilgrims return to holy places, to be reminded, restored, and reaffirmed by them.
It does not matter whether one is at the giving or receiving end of love just as long as one is part of the process in some way. It is only when we become disconnected from the process altogether that we should begin to worry.
There is probably no such thing as an innocent question, at least not when a parent is doing the asking.
An enlightened person raises the level of the consciousness of the entire community.
My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart feels the different then and now.
To envy is to draw circles that isolate us from others, to take small, bitter trips that diminish the traveler.
We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.
Real love opens doors to something larger than oneself.
I can feel my heart growing daily, which has its uncomfortable aspects, as if it could fall with the weight of love and break.
Writing is a deeply spiritual act that can have a profound effect upon the practitioner.
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart"- Phyllis Theroux
Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can’t send any other way can be heard.
Children are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.
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Every house has its own private cup of sorrow. (3)
A party is a slightly artificial event where one learns the rudiments of human behavior at its most admirable: speaking when spoken to, looking somebody in the eye, shaking hands and being friendly under duress.
Looking at a friend who has had a face lift is like reading a book with half the pages ripped out.
One of my earliest joys as a parent lay in knowing that at the end of the day I had once again ushered three babies back to their beds, against the odds, unscathed and peaceful. Happiness was a houseful of safe, inert bodies. Actually, it still is.
