See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.
See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.
When I was flying to Rome, we flew over London; I felt like bursting into tears. It's part of me, so I can't leave London behind for good.
Give me the fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself.
There's nothing stupider than bursting into song for seven seconds and then falling silent again.
I think the British have the distinction above all other nations of being able to put new wine into old bottles without bursting them.
Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me.
But the single overwhelming reason why jails are bursting is longer sentences given for more crimes.
Churchill was the canny political animal, very devious, bursting with energy and determination, learning as hard as he could.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse.
I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.
I find in all the artists that I admire most a disturbing element, a distortion, giving evidence of a struggle .... In great art, this conflict is hidden, it is unresolved. All that is bursting with energy is disturbing not perfect.
The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind, and they are in continual danger of breaking the skin and bursting out again.
The disruptive powers of excessive national fecundity may have played a greater part in bursting the bonds of convention than either the power of ideas or the errors of autocracy.
I cannot prate in puling strain
Of ladye-love, and beauty's chain:
If changing cheek, and searching vein,
Lips taught to writhe, but not complain,
If bursting heart, and maddening brain,
And daring deed, and vengeful steel,
And all that I have felt, and feel,
Betoken love - that love was mine,
And shown by many a bitter sign.
But all bubbles have a way of bursting or being deflated in the end.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories