What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
Find a day for yourself-better yet, late at night. Go to the forest or to the field, or lock yourself in a… — Nachman of Breslov Copy Share Image
And I go out of Father's house and I walk down the street, and it is very quiet even thought it is… — Mark Haddon Copy Share Image
Jacob wrote that the true poet 'is like a man who is happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he is allowed to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Meditation is totally different. When you concentrate you close your mind to everything else. Meditation means just an openness, a relaxed openness.… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
North Korea is a necrocracy, or a mauselocracy or a thanatocracy in which the one [Kim Il-sung] is diffused into being with… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
It is interesting to contemplate an entangled bank clothed with many plants of many kinds with birds singing on the bushes, with… — Charles Darwin Copy Share Image
“Ingeborg lifted her face to the sun, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the lake—wavelets lapping the shore, birds singing and… — Lauraine Snelling Copy Share Image
“There were rockets like a flock of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke:… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“Some Christians mistrust or de-emphasize the role of the senses in spirituality, considering them to be inferior to reason and cognition. Such… — David G. Benner Copy Share Image
“The weather is quite delicious. Yesterday, after writing to you, I strolled a little beyond the glade for an hour and a… — Charles Darwin Copy Share Image
“I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
Your kiss is sweeter than cherries. Your love is more beautiful than a bed of roses. Your touch is stronger than a… — Superman Copy Share Image