#wing

Every word, every image used for God is a distortion more than a description. ↗

— Anthony de Mello

#knowledge #mysticism #unknowing #description

My child, I know you're not a child But I still see you running wild Between those flowering trees. Your sparkling dreams, your silver laugh Your wishes to the stars above Are just my memories. And in your eyes the ocean And in your eyes the sea The waters frozen over With your longing to be free. Yesterday you'd awoken To a world incredibly old. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You had to kill this child, I know. To break the arrows and the bow To shed your skin and change. The trees are flowering no more There's blood upon the tiles floor This place is dark and strange. I see you standing in the storm Holding the curse of youth Each of you with your story Each of you with your truth. Some words will never be spoken Some stories will never be told. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. I didn't say the world was good. I hoped by now you understood Why I could never lie. I didn't promise you a thing. Don't ask my wintervoice for spring Just spread your wings and fly. Though in the hidden garden Down by the green green lane The plant of love grows next to The tree of hate and pain. So take my tears as a token. They'll keep you warm in the cold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You've lived too long among us To leave without a trace You've lived too short to understand A thing about this place. Some of you just sit there smoking And some are already sold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. This is the age you are broken or turned into gold. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#growing-up #innocence #poem #youth #age

In following their line through, and those of Plantagenet and Tudor, there is but little to soothe the mind. ↗

— Charlotte Smith

#line #little #mind #soothe #their

Blowing up buses will not induce the Israelis to move forward, and neither will the killing of Palestinians or the demolition of their homes and their future. All this needs to stop. And we pledge that Jordan will do its utmost to help achieve it. ↗

— King Abdullah II

#blowing #buses #forward #future #help

Being on the run, having to change the way that you do business, being unable to plan in a safe and secure environment, always looking over your shoulder, knowing that some day somebody's going to knock on your door and it's going to be your last. ↗

— John Abizaid

#being #business #change #day #door

Some day science may have the existence of mankind in power, and the human race can commit suicide by blowing up the world. ↗

— Henry Adams

#commit #day #existence #human #human race

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. ↗

— Scott Adams

#allowing #creativity #keep #knowing #make

I don't really have an issue with showing certain parts of my body. I'd rather not, but it's not a big deal. Growing up in Sweden, it's natural over there. ↗

— Malin Akerman

#big deal #body #certain #deal #growing

Admiration is a very short-lived passion, that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object. ↗

— Joseph Addison

#decays #familiar #growing #immediately #object

Growing up with the childhood that I had, I learned to never let a man make me feel helpless, and it also embedded a deep need in me to always stick up for women. ↗

— Christina Aguilera

#always #childhood #deep #embedded #feel