We can become so insensitive to the Spirit's prodding that we become too idle, too self absorbed and too busy with too many things that in the eyes of God, are worthless.
She was to my ego what Rasputin was to morality, whittling away at my self-image with menaces and put downs viewed as compliments until I realised I was too old, too fat, too tall, too dull, too everything to ever find love.
ENTER THIS DESERTED HOUSE But please walk softly as you do. Frogs dwell here and crickets too. Ain't no ceiling, only blue Jays dwell here and sunbeams too. Floors are flowers - take a few. Ferns grow here and daisies too. Whoosh, swoosh - too-whit, ...
If you are too smart to pay the doctor, you had better be too smart to get ill.
It is too late to cry "Hold hard!" when the arrow has left the bow.
It's too late to shut the stable door after the horse has bolted.
Much meat, much disease.
Life is too short to cower.
Too late... everything's always too late.
No one is ever too old, too rich, too poor, to pray.
Life is too short to do the things you don't love doing.
Life is too short. I don't have time to speak slowly.
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
It is too late to lock the stable door when the horses have already been stolen.
Too-lateness, I realized, has nothing to do with age. Too-lateness is potentially every moment. Or not, depending on the person and the moment. Perhaps there even comes a time when it's no longer too late for anything. Perhaps, even, most times are t...
She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with all her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was ...
When spiritual seeking becomes too complicated, its exercies too elaborated, its doctrines too esoteric, it becomes also too artificial and the resulting achievements too fabricated. It is the beginners and intermediates who carry this heavy and unne...
The only person, who can influence your life is YOU and it's never too late to recognize your worth.
Who judges the judge who judges wrong? The sentence too weak, The sentence too strong. The penance too quick, The penance too long. Who judges the judge who judges wrong?
It's never too late to dream another dream.
My life is too short, and God’s work is too great for me to think of making a home for myself in this world.
