Your pain could be God prying open your life and heart to remove a gift of His that you've been holding on to more dearly than Him.
To enjoy a peaceful & Beautiful Life We should open our 'EYE' and Close our 'I
Christians walk as strangers in the world: They are untamed. They are free. To persevere with love, yet untamed by man, is often what leaves that open space for divine revelation when God so wills.
Remain open-minded, even when you believe yourself to be a king among peasants. You never know what blessings can be gained or crises averted just by listening.
Living is hard--dying is easy. You close your eyes and never open them again. What's so difficult about that? Nothing really--except it hurts like hell to those you leave behind.
...a more open and honest appraisal of the true nature of Silicon Valley and its opportunities as well as the many problems.
Her mouth was a gash of red, like the torn-open stomach of a sacrifice, bloody and oracular. Behind it her teeth shone sharp and white as bone.
It is understandable you would want to come back as yourself into a wonderland with the sharpness of colour of the Queen of Hearts in a newly opened pack of cards. But coming back as yourself is resurrection. It is uncommon.
It was beautiful, Mabel knew, but it was a beauty that ripped you open and scoured you clean so that you were left helpless and exposed, if you lived at all.
Open scatter is more fundamental than coupled sharing; it is the stuff from which, on splendid occasions, dialogue may arise.
You're absolutely gorgeous. But you look too empty." Holding her gaze he slid his thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. "Want something to fill you up?
Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.
Every tomorrow is better because you opened your eyes, but still, memories from your past are meant to be shared and cherished
Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway blinded, who could see it better?
But there remained a reflective solitude behind that laughter, that nagging sense of completion that didn't sit well on the shoulders of a woman who had just begun to open her eyes to the wide world.
Eleanor," Daniel said. "Miss Fitt! Wake up!" I fluttered my eyelids open. "I'm not a misfit anymore," I rasped. "I thought I told you that.
Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
Her secret? It is every artist's secret--passion. That is all. It is an open secret, and perfectly safe. Like heroism, it is inimitable in cheap materials.
Every moment you are open, as a humble student, you are surrounded with infinite possibilities of choice.
When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you.
I opened my arms to embrace you, Never realizing when you glided into my prana, To be within me, To be the source of my energy.
