A brick could be used to prop open the door to my heart. But you might not want to leave the Love Door open, because my ex just shit all in there.
It would be easy to assume that the open letter is a symptom of the Internet age. Such is not the case. In 1774, Benjamin Franklin wrote an open letter to the prime minister of Great Britain, Lord North - a satirical call for the imposition of martia...
I've been kind of listening to the composer Britten and his rendition of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.' The opening track is a choral section where all the weird fairies, who are played by kids in the production, sing. It's a crazy opening melody and c...
The art of healing comes from nature, not from the physician. Therefore the physician must start from nature, with an open mind.
A wise walker will set out early, keeping an open mind on how far to travel, allowing each day's adventure to evolve.
To allow someone to come into your heart-house, you have to open the door. Most doors open from the inside.
Through our consciousness, we can enter the stillness of silence and become blessed with the universal presence of peace.
Perception does not define who we are, but it does define where we are limited, and where we are not yet free.
Open your eyes, Ambrosio, and be prudent. Hell is your lot; You are doomed to eternal perdition; Nought lies beyond your grave but a gulph of devouring flames.
Only your limited vision stops you seeing success...open your mind and you open your vision.
They don't understand it. They're not old enough to know the first instinct of irritation should be avoided in order to keep an open mind.
Dreaming is what you do when your eyes are closed...living is what you do with that dream once you open your eyes!
Love is like a door—it’s either open or closed. Either that or it’s both—open to others, but closed to you.
For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.
I can read people like an open book, especially if their named Braille, and I’m in a touchy-feely mood.
Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still.
The toughness I was learning was not a martyred doggedness, a dumb heroism, but the art of accommodation. I thought: to be tough is to be fragile; to be tender is to be truly fierce.
During relaxation we drop our guard. Particularly in conversation. Relaxed conversation leads to openness. And in openness we often reveal what should never be revealed.
We do not need to attend classroom training programs for everything, our observation opens the windows of knowledge around us.
Every discovery in science and art, is due to the trained power of seeing things ... Keep your eyes open, your ears open ... Trace difficulties.
To her [Florence Nightingale] chiefly I owed the awakening to the fact that sanitation is the supreme goal of medicine its foundation and its crown.
