Like the chosen Shulamite, there will be times when you too will be faced with crude assaults on your virtue, or with solicitations that will be naked attempts to cheapen your marriage. Being polite is one thing, but there comes a time. Even the peac...
To share out your soul freely, that is what metanoia (a change of mind, or repentance)really refers to: a mental product of love. A change of mind, or love for the undemonstrable. And you throw off every conceptual cloak of self-defense, you give up ...
What is the world doing? Have new gods been discovered, new laws, new freedoms? Who cares! But up here a primrose is blossoming and bearing silver fuzz on its leaves, and the light sweet wind is singing below me in the poplars, and between my eyes an...
Real artists take the misery and sadness of life and translate it into art.
Crying is cleansing. There's a reason for tears, happiness or sadness.
We all have sadness in our life and things that we can draw upon.
Not the sadness, but the happiness, is the ultimate purpose of life.
You are lucky to feel sadness.
I don't consider myself a celebrity. That would be kind of sad.
Fortune has played me a sad trick by letting me live on and on.
A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
You have to keep hobbies in L.A. Otherwise, it's sad.
Whenever I'm sad, I just put on 'SpongeBob' and I cheer up.
It's sad when you say a $30 million film is an inexpensive film, but it is.
It's sad that the most glorious of sexual experiences can make us feel guilty, ashamed, embarrassed, and abnormal.
On the girl’s brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a s...
Rob Gordon: All three of us writers, we all experience music autobiographically. Rob Gordon: I think a lot of people do. Rob Gordon: So I'll have certain songs that mark certain times in our life and I think we're not rare that way. Rob Gordon: Like ...
Oh man, Alex. That's sad. Seriously, mate, go get yourself laid." "What?" He gave Baldrick a quick kiss on his little head--he didn't care how stupid he looked, he loved his ugly cat--and put him down on his kitty bed in the corner. "Isn't that what ...
How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them. Carmen knew this vicious predicament...
Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but a...
