Teachers are wonderful beings who inspire the spirit and open the mind. Nobody at Padua High School fits that description.
Sleep knocks on my eyes: they grow heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open. Truly, he comes to me on soft soles, the dearest of thieves, and steals my thoughts from me
A new day: Be open enough to see opportunities. Be wise enough to be grateful. Be courageous enough to be happy.
But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew. She was either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one who finally brought me back to life.
When one door closes another opens but all too often there is a long hallway in between.
When he finished cleaning my open wounds, he found a jar of salve and began rubbing it into the rough parts of my skin. I sort of got lost in the feel of his hands massaging mine.
what’s meant for you will reach you in time, and if you embrace it with your arms wide open it might just stay with you forever and bless you with more happiness than you could ever envision.
I will raise up prophets to make conflicting pronouncements that inevitably will be garbled in transcription, resulting in mutually exclusive definitions of orthodoxy from which the open-minded will flee in dismay.
the moment you don't feel like praying, get on your knees. And the moment you don't feel like reading your bible, you'd better get that Book open.
With no other choices open to us, we'd turned our gaze seaward. The oceans were our America: they reached farther than any prairie, untamed as on the first day of creation. Nobody owned them.
The soul of the world had opened and I fantasized that everything wicked, distressing and painful was on the point of vanishing...all notion of the future paled and the past dissolved. In the glowing present, I myself glowed.
A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?
A book is a magic carpet that flies you off somewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?
Just as the sea is an open and ever flowing reality, so should our oceanic identity transcend all forms of insularity, to become one that is openly searching, inventive, and welcoming.
Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.
Easy for you to say. You're the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing." Cam's mouth opened. Oh my God, did I really just say that? I had.
I could open my mail, but isn’t the mystery more fun? So you see, I’m not disorganized after all. I’m a romantic.
When I’m exhausted, I can sleep through anything. One time I slept though a wall—and there wasn’t even a door or opening.
Oh Paris From red to green all the yellow dies away Paris Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the Antilles The window opens like an orange The beautiful fruit of light ("Windows")
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