The more a thing is perfect, the more if feels pleasure and pain.
The more a thing is perfect, the more if feels pleasure and pain.
There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair
They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.
And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
They yearn for what they fear for.
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
Until he shall have driven her back to Hell,
I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more...
Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.
No dirsas trompeti vin,š iztaisi-ja.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
Oh blind, oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity whcih spurs as so in the short mortal life and steeps as through all eternity.
That with him were, what time the Love Divine
The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.
The mind which is created quick to love, is responsive to everything that is pleasing, soon as by pleasure it is awakened into activity. Your apprehensive faculty draws an impression from a real object, and unfolds it within you, so that it makes the mind turn thereto. And if, being turned, it inclines towards it, that inclination is love; that is nature, which through pleasure is bound anew within you.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories