Some loves come unbidden like winds from the sea, and others grow from the seeds of friendship.
Quotes about unbidden (7 Quotes)
To live content with small means to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages with open heart to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
I am willing to accept thoughts I read when I have had similar ones myself. I am more willing to accept my own thoughts than those I read. Yet, having a new thought is not an action intended in advance we don't set ourselves to have that specific new thought. If our own thoughts just 'come to us' unbidden, why should we be less receptive to ones that come through reading Perhaps because we spontaneously have only those thoughts to which we are already receptive. This may lead me to miss out on learning from those who can teach me most, those who think in a way completely different from mine. Unfortunately however, my trust in them cannot grow in the way described, so I continue to read them from an adversary stance.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Just this morning, out of a large memory for songs, and having been obsessed by them since childhood, suddenly, at the age of 84, I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.
Nature We are enveloped and embraced by her, incapable of emerging from her and incapable of entering her more deeply. Unbidden and unwarned, she receives us into the circuits of her dance, drifting onward with us herself, until we grow tired and drop from her arms.
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.