Ache Quote by Rumi Download Open image “The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.” — Rumi ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Ache Fleeting Fleeting world Wine World
Nay, Sir, it was not the WINE that made your head ache, but the SENSE that I put into it' 'What, Sir! will sense… — James Boswell Copy Share Image
Some people spend the day in complaining of a headache, and the night in drinking the wine that gives it. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
If you have a beautiful view, you don't need a good wine to feel dizzy. — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“By half-past one the last drop of pleasure had evaporated, leaving nothing but headaches. We perceived that we were not splendid inhabitants of a… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Wine, like the rising sun, possession gains, And drives the mist of dullness from the brains, The gloomy vapor from the spirit flies, And… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
Life is a perpetual drunkenness; the pleasure passes, but the headache remains. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I used to drink wine. This girl asked me, "Doesn't wine give you a headache?" "Yeah, eventually, but the first and the middle part… — Mitch Hedberg Copy Share Image
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and… — Horace 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
… and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life. — John Irving Copy Share Image
When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
A woman who lives with the stress of an overwhelmed schedule will often ache with the sadness of an underwhelmed soul. — Lysa TerKeurst Copy Share Image
I ache for the touch of your lips dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear. — Tom Lehrer Copy Share Image
I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves,… — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. They seek each other out, these people of such specific like mind. They tell of how they found the circus, how those first few steps were like magic. Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars…… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share
as we acquire new aches and new pains, our health care is, of necessity, being supplied by internists, cardiologists, dermatologists, podiatrists, urologists, periodontists, gynecologists… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake. — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something -- some new skeleton -- was emerging from beneath the softness of her accustomed self. With a deep, visceral ache, she wished her true form might prove to be a sleek and shining one, like a stiletto… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an… — Lord Byron Copy Share
