Robbie Robertson Quotes

Dear Pope, send me some hope or a rope.

Now I can only pray that there may be a God -- and a heaven -- or something better.

People are scared to death and they're looking for something beyond themselves.

I often find myself on my knees praying to something or someone to not be in control.

I prayed like a man walking in a forest at night, feeling his way with his hands, at each step fearing to fall into pure bottomlessness forever. Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart.

When a man is at his wits' end it is not a cowardly thing to pray, it is the only way he can get in touch with Reality.

Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying.

Mighty prayer has often been produced by mighty trial.

Ordinarily when a man in difficulty turns to prayer, he has already tried every other means of escape.

Life is all about finding your place. All of us are vulnerable, and at times we all feel adrift. But somehow, we all muddle through. He'll be fine. Like the rest of us. We just need some faith.

Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.

Prayer succeeds when all else fails

We got to pray just to make it today.

There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.

If we are a people who pray, darkness is apt to be a lot of what our prayers are about. If we are people who do not pray, it is apt to be darkness in one form or another that has stopped our mouths.

I'm a hopeless prayer. I think somewhere in there I spend a great deal of time at it.

How can I go on with this? Please God, let me win a football pool.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

I am in the world feeling my way to light 'amid the encircling gloom.'

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.

I was playing garbage minutes the first two to three weeks. There was definitely a little bit of 'what's going on?' in my prayers.

I got to that desperate place where nobody could help me but God.

Sometimes I'll go down a path, and I'll just pray that something's going to come to get me out of this path that I'm on.

If all you were left believing was what you were seeing, it'd be nothing but desperate. To have hope, you're going to have to imagine that there's something behind the curtain.