If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
John Johnson Now this is something the other tour guides won't tell you. In this particular cell-block, Machine Gun Kelly had what we call in the prison system, a bitch. And one night in a jealous rage Kelly took a make-shift knife or shiv, and cut out the bitch's eyes. And as if this wasn't enough retribution for Kelly, the next day he and four other inmates took turns pissing into the bitch's ocular cavities. (short pause) This way to the cafeteria
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
The grass looks greener on the other side of the fence because you don't have to mow it. - David L. Bonar, First said by me circ. September 26, 1992 (about age 50).
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature--trees, flowers, grass--grows in silence see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...we need silence to be able to touch souls.
Whether they live in an igloo or a grass shack or a mud hut, people around the world all want the same thing a better house
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
I have rubbed, knocked and brushed up against a thousand windows, trying to get an image.""A writer is nothing without a reader; a reader is nothing without a writer." "Ask not the grass to give you green, and later walk all over it.”“Thoughts are like an open ocean, they can either move you forward within its waves, or sink you under deep into its abyss.” Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.” "The mirror will only lie, when you look at it through a mask."If you put a clock in a bottle, with time it will crack, as like money, as like love, as like a beautiful mind, with no soul." “If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heavens rain.”"It's not how many friends you can count, it's how many of those you can count on.”
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind.
As her sons have seen her: the mother in patriarchy: controlling, erotic, castrating, heart-suffering, guilt-ridden, and guilt-provoking; a marble brow, a huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.
Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country. We will answer their demand for a gold standard by saying to them: You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorns, you shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.
During the Samuel Johnson days they had big men enjoying small talk; today we have small men enjoying big talk.
Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
I do not think myself to be a worm, and a grub, grass of the field fit only to be burned, a clod, a morsel of putrid atoms that should be thrown to the dungheap, ready for the nethermost pit. Nor if I did should I therefore expect to sit with Angels and Archangels.
I personally don't believe undoubtedly/wholly all that I hear/read/see. And you too shouldn't believe undoubtedly/wholly all that you hear/read/see. Listen up, the only thing you ought to believe undoubtedly/wholly is nothing else but God/the scripture. Because, come what may, God/the scripture has never been broken and cannot be broken by anyone/anything scripture reference (John 10 : 35). So, feel free to believe God/the scripture undoubtedly/wholly. For, even the grass withers, the flowers fades but God/the scripture stands forevermore, scripture reference (Isaiah 40 : 8). Oh! Yes, God and his words are ever infallible. Besides, God respects his word i.e. (the scripture) above/more than his name. That infers, he (God) can/will go extra mile just to ensure that his words/promises for you will come to pass. Therefore, do believe in God/his promises/words/the scripture undoubtedly/wholly. Because, you can't/won't be disappointed for believing in God/his promises/words/the scripture.
I'm sure that President Johnson would never have pursued the war in Vietnam if he'd ever had a Fulbright to Japan, or say Bangkok, or had any feeling for what these people are like and why they acted the way they did. He was completely ignorant.