Donald Miller Quotes: 8

• When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.

  A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

• Every human being is searching for a deep sense of meaning, and yet we're all chasing success. We've confused one for the other.

• I once listened to an Indian on television say that God was in the wind and the water, and I wondered at how beautiful that was because it meant you could swim in Him or have Him brush your face in a breeze.

  Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality

• I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding.

  To Own a Dragon: Reflections on Growing Up Without a Father

• And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.

  Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road

• I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me

• We live in a world where bad stories are told, stories that teach us life doesn't mean anything and that humanity has no great purpose. It's a good calling, then, to speak a better story. How brightly a better story shines. How easily the world looks to it in wonder. How grateful we are to hear these stories, and how happy it makes us to repeat them.

  A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

• Christian spirituality was not a children's story. It wasn't cute or neat. It was mystical and odd and clean, and it was reaching into dirty. There was wonder in it and enchantment.

  Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality