Rayada Restaurant Quotes & Sayings
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The Silken Tent
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To every thing on earth the compass round,
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware. — Robert Frost
A person who is inherently and intuitively curious is often intellectually and distinctly very serious towards his roles and responsibilities in life. — Anuj
God is watching us, but He loves us so much that He can't take His eyes off us. We may lose sight of God, but He never loses sight of us. — Greg Laurie
What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shameful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I'm trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing. — Olivia Laing
This is hell,
but I planned it. I sawed it,
I nailed it, and I
will live in it until it kills me.
I can nail my left palm
to the left-hand crosspiece but
I can't do everything myself.
I need a hand to nail the right,
a help, a love, a you, a wife. — Alan Dugan
Knowledge is ancient error reflecting on its youth. — Francis Picabia
God's a parent. What loving parent would create a place of eternal torment for their children? — Rhys Ford
I bless / all knowledge of love, all ways of publishing it. — Mona Van Duyn