Thomas Kinkade Quotes

My duty is to make probable the improbable. If I tell you how I did it, I will ruin your experience.

Life is a mystery: you've just got to go with it.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

More and more I’ve become convinced that the great treasure to possess is the unknown.

The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.

Traveling is a fool's paradise.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

Well, see, there's this cave in Switzerland I really need to find.' She slipped on her sunglasses; was already in the middle of the street when she turned and looked back at Hale and Gabrielle. 'You coming?

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

What we know is a drop, what we don't know is an ocean.

Why don’t you try wandering with me to the Palace of Not-Even-Anything

Every age is an unknown country.

I want the paintings to take me or the viewer out somewhere else.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

One who journeying Along a way he knows not, having crossed A place of drear extent, before him sees A river rushing swiftly toward the deep, And all its tossing current white with foam, And stops and turns, and measures back his way.

Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.

Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

I think the labyrinth is an interesting metaphor for our lives as musicians. We're always being drawn toward the center of it because that's where the mystery is. What is music? It's a journey.

A woman is a foreign land.

I'm attracted by the unknown, but I take precautions.

Let the experience begin!

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

Being mystified is a good beginning, because you won't do what you've done before.

I kind of miss that "becoming" stage, as most times you really don't know what's around the corner. Now, of course, I've kind of knocked on the door and heard a muffled answer. Nevertheless, I still don't know what the voice is saying, or even what language it's in.