Breeze Quote by Rumi “No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.” — Rumi ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breeze Dawn Faces Knows Soul Veils Wake up
A gracious soul may look through the darkest cloud and see God smiling on him. — Thomas Brooks Copy Share Image
The evolution of our spirit is blazed on the dark background of eternity by our individual wakes. Every person can, if he/she wishes, leave… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring and carried aloft on the wings of the breeze. — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower. — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
Two rocks knock Creates a spark Flame torch collide Ignites the flight Dark until Wisdom becomes light wake up to begin Life. One small… — Junu Junu'z Copy Share Image
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. — Rumi Copy Share
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again. — Rumi Copy Share
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you. — Rumi Copy Share
“You’ve so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don’t ask how. Then you come near. “Do not…” I say, and “Do not…,” you answer. Don’t ask why this delights me.” — Rumi Copy Share
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God. — Rumi Copy Share
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly. — Rumi Copy Share
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a… — Mo Yan Copy Share
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's a home. — Ovid Copy Share
You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the earth belong… — Brian Jacques Copy Share Image
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze. — Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Copy Share Image
“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He’s got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door,… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your… — Wumen Huikai Copy Share Image
Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching… — Esther Hicks Copy Share Image
A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze. — Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington Copy Share Image
