No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
I feel like a tree. A tree doesn't feel a duty to start doing something about the earth from which it comes. A tree just has to bear fruit, and leaves and blossoms. It doesn't feel grateful to the earth.
Where there is love, there will be an abundance of success and love. However, love is something within us. So focus on your own self-worthiness, and love will begin to blossom within you, around you, for you and for others in your life.
When you challenge the social conditioning as well as your own understanding of life, you experience liberation. Adopting path of liberation leads to the success. Success blossoms your spirituality as it strengthens the connection with divinity.
Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud- Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
There is something gratuitous about creation, an unnecessary abundance of beauty, and through its blossoms and pleasures we can revel in the sheer largesse of the Father.
My love will not wither away Like the momentous beauty of a Rose, But I am the weed, no matter how much you pluck away It sprouts again and grows…" -(Precious Love)
I saw sunrises fade and burn among fleets of sparks. The moon blossomed like a lily carved of bone... The Death of the Astronaut, page 390.
I'm noticing a new approach to art making in recent museum and gallery shows. It flickered into focus at the New Museum's 'Younger Than Jesus' last year and ran through the Whitney Biennial, and I'm seeing it blossom and bear fruit at 'Greater New Yo...
If you use a philosophy education well, you can get your foot in the door of any industry you please. Industries are like the blossoms on a tree while philosophy is the trunk - it holds the tree together, but it often goes unnoticed.
Socrates held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. "God gave me these hands to change the world, one child at a time.
I am pleased," he said with a rich throaty accent. My heart melted. Simple as they were, those three little words meant the world to me.
He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked into the curls with cheap, native combs. The sight of them gave him hope.
Last year, Yoshino, I walked away bending branches To point me to blossoms-- Which now are everywhere and I can Go where I've never been before.
She walks in the loveliness she made, Between the apple-blossom and the water-- She walks among the patterned pied brocade, Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.
The physical union of a man and a woman, in essence, is a supernatural act, a reminiscence of paradise, the most beautiful of all the hymns of praise dedicated to the Creator by the creature; it is the alpha and the omega of all creation.
Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul's personal desire to find an outlet for expression.
I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
My health is like a garden; my choices have a powerful effect on what blossoms and thrives. Every moment is the perfect time to weed old beliefs and nurture myself with empowering thoughts.
Every great tragedy forms a fertile soil in which a great recovery can take root and blossom...but only if you plant the seeds.
The soul is steady just waiting to be fed and to blossom.
