Language has not the power to speak what love indites The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes
We both tried to speak at the same time, and ended up remaining silent the whole night. That’s when I realized we were in love.
Well, can you tell her that?" He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will." Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.
Right now, just speak gently your words of wisdom to the youngsters. Sooner or later, those words will arrive at the right place in their hearts.
Only by glaring into the depths of ones own reflection can we find our true selves. It is here where the mirrored voices of our souls speak and can be heard.
If one is going to spend her afternoon singing hymns to the great porcelain goddess, she might as well do it in a really plush ladies room. Stupid fear of public speaking.
If she lives, she shall be my wedded wife. If she dies--mother, I can't speak of what I shall feel if she dies." His voice was choked in his throat.
You speak as if this is a good world with a little evil in it. Rubbish. It's a hellish one where the best a man can do is put a little sanity back and look after his own.
When we keep our silence we gather our power; when we speak we let loose the concentration of quiet reverie.
If you want to speak to someone you cannot touch, see, or hear, the voice of love will transmit with or without a phone. It crosses all borders and travels through time and walls.
Christianity's goal is not escape from this world. It loves this world and seeks to change it for the better.
My ex girlfriend and I go long periods of time without speaking to each other. And in between those extended stretches, we fill the time with silence.
Strange, what the heart can bear. It can carry grief beyond measure. It can bear a weight that is too great to speak of. But a heart can't bear the world. It has its limits...
Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that took you down to a cellar, for what you found there.
Be warned: A person content to sit with you and criticize others will speak critically of you out of earshot.
Tut, tut! I have often admonished my pupils to count ten before speaking. Were I you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a thousand, and then maintain a discreet silence.
My soul is not satisfied with an inert universe. The gods may not make a habit of speaking to me personally, but I can't help but whisper comments to them.
Those who mouth your sacred words with an accent you deem wrong annoy you more than those speaking something you cannot understand.
Is it possible that that's all maturity is? Speaking better? Is it possible that everybody in the world, is just a dumb, stupid kid acting like a grown-up because they can sound like one and look like one? It almost seems easy.
An almost perfect relationship with his father was the earthly root of all his wisdom. From his own father, he said, he first learned that Fatherhood must be at the core of the universe. [speaking of George MacDonald]
But it is a writer's duty to write and speak and record the truth, always the truth, no matter whom may be offended.
