Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God would love someone like him?
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in less than a breath.
Self-improvement without self-love is like building a house upon sand. You can build and build, but it will always sink.
A king who is renowned for mercy," said the Arobern, with heavy irony, "must also be renowned in equal measure for injustice.
Be what you are, all that you are. Wear yourself proudly. It will require that you draw a line, but that line in the sand is your courage.
The ocean drummed as loud as pulsating blood, eroding the sand, rushing the beach as if it had a point to prove. And like many things, it receded, was gone, and was replaced anew.
He finds himself bored by the shenanigans of highly spirited young men. Their concerns reside somewhere between balder and dash.
Muscat is like a mind-altering drug. A stroll in its streets is like getting drunk for the first time
The friendship between officers is tarnished by the need for one or another to be promoted. The kindness of a captain is predicated on the obedience and efficiency of his underlings.
This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.
Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes cliched. And vice versa.
There will always be detours in the fascinating game called life. Find the path to your heart’s desires, and stay on course.
He wouldn’t even understand dry wit if you dropped him off in the desert with a canteen full of sand and a Sandberg poem.
The ostrich-approach of burying your head in the sand, when confronting your areas of weakness, becomes a self-set trigger for failure.
If you think about it, finding true love is a lot like finding a particular grain of sand on the beach.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.
What matters most: "What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a downy spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh." Wind, Sand and Stars.
I'm writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
In order to have an enemy, one must be somebody. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force. A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.
