A book a week I heave a sigh; That Slogan's peremptory cry I will not hear, I will not heed. How can They say that I should need The book They bid me weekly buy? But Slogans change, as days go by; My Psyche listens, fluttering shy, To newer message "...
You can purify your existence by feeling deep within yourself a beautiful rose or lotus, or any other flower that you like. A flower is all purity. Try to identify yourself with the consciousness of the flower or with the purity of the flower. Today ...
Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of gian...
Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I ...
[translated from the Spanish] song lyrics: A word does not say anything, and at the same time it hides everything. Just as the wind that hides the water, like the flowers that mud hides. A glance does not say anything, and at the same time it says ev...
Fear nothing; the Spirit of Love will give you wings.
He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had cut off his wings.
Even apocalypse looks less dire when viewed over a plate of bacon.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
He had forgotten how to soar upon the wings of his soul...
Yesterday was a beautiful tune on the lips of life and today is a silent secret.
It takes more than wings to release one from the bonds of kinship.
Well married, a man is winged—ill-matched, he is shackled.
She makes my heart flutter, like a butterfly with the wings of an eagle.
Often she dreamt she had two wings, and one was frightened, and one was happy.
A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.
The best episodes of 'The West Wing' that dealt with policy and stuff, in my opinion, were the ones where they were in the middle of a crisis, and they were trying to figure out how to solve problems.
I should like to present myself to the young painters of the year 2000 with the wings of a butterfly.
Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.
National Standards was not a narrative of past events but was leftwing revisionism and Political Correctness.
First you jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.
