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sky bird emptiness
Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky. Chogyam Trungpa
sky sitting sun
Perhaps the window is not a sun but an asterisk, interrupting the grammar of the sky, with me sitting below it like a footnote. China Mieville
sky water first-impression
Work at the same time on sky, water, branches, ground, keeping everything going on an equal basis... Don't be afraid of putting on colour... Paint generously and unhesitatingly, for it is best not to lose the first impression. Camille Pissarro
sky soul dying
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. Charles Wesley
sky joy triumph
Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic hosts proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem! Charles Wesley
sky interesting
But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time. Aimee Bender
sky muse
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal. Arthur Rimbaud
sky darkness fireworks
We shall go wild with fireworks...And they will plunge into the sky and shatter the darkness. We don't have any fireworks that big Natsuki Takaya
sky white light
Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow. Denise Levertov
islands order ideas
Australia is properly speaking an island, but it is so much larger than every other island on the face of the globe, that it is classed as a continent in order to convey to the mind a just idea of its magnitude. Charles Sturt
islands harper
I never watched 'Harper's Island.' Dave Foley
islands might facts
You might have mentioned this to me Molly,” said Leonard. “The fact that there are hostile natives on the island.” “I forgot,” said Molly. “You forgot?” said Leonard. “There’s been a lot happening,” said Molly. Dave Barry
islands sheep mediums
Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep. Dave Barry
islands species dies
Islands are where species go to die. David Quammen
islands people forever
You have to kill to survive. People have been doing it forever. I eat meat, and I eat fish. If I were on a deserted island I would need that to survive. Benicio Del Toro
islands people fantasy
Most people spend their entire lives on a fantasy island called 'Someday I'll.' Denis Waitley
islands house juan
When I'm not working, my family and I have a house in the San Juan Islands. We've been here since '94. Elizabeth Pena
islands years peaceful
I had dreamed of visiting Bali for many years and because I had an extended family of Balinese friends in Los Angeles, I felt connected. The island is so peaceful and the smiles are constant. Carolyn Murphy
rose meditation way
meditation is a way of developing clarity, which allows us to see the precision of daily life situations as well as our thought process so that we can relate with both of them fully and completely. Chogyam Trungpa
rose elements flight
Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements. Camille Paglia
roses save soft spirit
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, / And all, save the spirit of man, is divine. Lord Byron
rosebuds silk
Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it? Audrey Hepburn
rose waiting missing
If we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us. Dieter F. Uchtdorf
rose touching tears
Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
rose black one-day
Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun. C. S. Lewis
rose doe thorns
The rose does not bloom without thorns. True, but would that the thorns did not outlive the rose. Charles Francis Richter
rose corn ghost
When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most Edna St. Vincent Millay