My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.
My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.
The nerve that never relaxes, the eye that never blanches, the thought that never wanders, the purpose that never wavers - these are the masters of victory.
The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it (It's rather like getting tenure.)
We become lovers when we see Romeo and Juliet, and Hamlet makes us students. The blood of Duncan is upon our hands, with Timon we rage against the world, and when Lear wanders out upon the heath the terror of madness touches us.
You can pick out actors by the glazed look that comes into their eyes when the conversation wanders away from themselves.
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
A little love is none at all
That wanders or that fears;
A hearty love dwells still at call
To kisses or to tears.
We all have been for all time...and we shall be for all time As the spirit of our mortal body wanders on in childhood, and youth and old age, the Spirit wanders on to A new body of this the sage has no doubts.
One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
Genius and stupidity never stray from their respective paths talent wanders to and fro, following every light.
Fair or not, it always sucks when everyone wanders back from Sundance talking about how bad the movies were.
The fool wanders, a wise man travels.
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken The rocks are left when he wastes the plain The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken, These remain.
The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories