It's like being called up in the draft. The peculiar joy of hemorrhaging without bleeding starts when the evil little red light glows on the monstrous camera.
It's like being called up in the draft. The peculiar joy of hemorrhaging without bleeding starts when the evil little red light glows on the monstrous camera.
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie-
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie-
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.
Now is the time of the illuminated woods ... when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.
Every time I write something down I check it to see if it has that telltale glow, the glow that tells me there's something there. If it glows, it stays. Everything is either on or off.
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
Sometimes you do feel a script that glows in your hand the moment you start reading it. By page four of Shakespeare in Love, I said, 'I have to be in this movie.'
Love is so powerful because being loved causes one to love oneself. Nothing contributes to the self-image more than being loved by another. When the words 'I love you' are expressed to you for the first time, your world blossoms, your heart glows with inspiration, confidence and thoughts of the mountains you can move. It's more than an emotional kick suddenly you like yourself more than you ever have before.
Enthusiasm glows, radiates, permeates and immediately captures everyone's interest.
Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.
A mother's Love is something that no one can explain It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it or take that love away... It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking... It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns, And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems... It is far beyond believing when the world around condemns, And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems... It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation, and it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation... A many-spendored miracle man cannot understand And another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.
Glows Central -- like a Jewel
Between Diverging Golds --
The Minor One -- that gleamed behind --
And Vaster -- of the World's.
Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Touch your lips just so I know in your eyes, love, it glows so Im bare boned and crazy for you when you come crash into me, baby and I come into you...
Goodness is uneventful. It does not flash, it glows.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories