Growths On Face Quotes & Sayings

Shadow work is the path of the heart warrior. — Carl Jung

A few beasts have frozen to death in their posture of sleep. Yet they appear not dead so much as deep in meditation. No breath issues from them. Their bodies unmoving, their awareness swallowed in darkness. After all the other beasts have gone through the Gate, these dead remain like growths on the face of the earth. Their horns angle up into space, almost alive. I — Haruki Murakami

Then and now, Jesus witnesses that ours is a God who seeks us out and whose kingdom proclaims: Pay attention to what is lost. Be tender to all that is broken, fragile and wounded in our world. Sr. Chris Koellhoffer, I.H.M. — Mark Neilsen

The question should be, is it worth trying to do, not can it be done. — Allard K. Lowenstein

We are given one life. It's up to us to make it great or not. Average or spectacular. The choice is always up to us. — Timothy Pina

The sacredness of Christmas: glory to God in the highest holy heavens, peace on earth and goodwill to all people. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Consciously, she thought she had her feelings for him licked; subconsciously, every time she thought about him, it was as though someone stumbling around inside her head had kicked over a bucket of electric eels. — John Ramsey Miller

Hearing a story awakens the mythic story living in each of us. It places us in a "mythic condition" that reconnects us to the core imagination and living story at the center of our soul. Being touched by myth carries us to the center where the world is always ending and always beginning again. — Michael Meade

Letting go of someone you loved wasn't hard. There was no word for what it was, because even if you didn't let them go they were still gone. — Lauren Kate

There's always a personal satisfaction in writing a song by yourself. You get the inspiration, and see it through, and you're done. It's focused and very personal. — John Oates

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day! — William Wordsworth

Life laughs at predictions and introduces words where we imagined silences, and sudden returns when we thought we would never see each other again. — Jose Saramago