A Quote by Elias Canetti

A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom. — © Elias Canetti
A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.
Sometimes love is a wound that opens and closes, opens and closes, all our lives.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
When God closes a door, he opens a window. Sounds to me like he's on the toilet.
The Bible opens and closes with a wedding.
One door closes and another one opens.
When a window closes another one opens
When one door closes, another one opens.
With every door that closes a new one opens.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
When one doors closes, another door opens.
When one door of hapiness closes, another opens.
When one door closes, another window opens.
When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.
Hope opens doors where despair closes them.
When life closes a door, God opens a window.
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