A Quote by Esther Hicks

In all that you are living... As the problem flickers, the solution flickers too. — © Esther Hicks
In all that you are living... As the problem flickers, the solution flickers too.
A favorite means of escaping the solution to any problem is to declare it too complex for solution. This absolves us from attempting solution. ... Any problem is too complex to solve when we do not wish to accept the conditions of solution. Solution is possible where acceptance is ready.
Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. Not a flame flickers on a single pallid crest.
Though the passion still flutters and flickers, it never got into our knickers.
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.
At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly.
I want to work with Indian drag-flickers at the grass-root level and train them.
One can be a faithful disciple of Jesus Christ without denying the flickers of the sacred in followers of Yahweh, or Kali, or Krishna
How can I make difference so that I may bring peace to this world that I love and cherish so much? A name flickers instantly in my mind.
Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.
A year's a long time, but it also flickers past in no time at all.
My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings.
The solution to a problem - a story that you are unable to finish - is the problem. It isn't as if the problem is one thing and the solution something else. The problem, properly understood = the solution. Instead of trying to hide or efface what limits the story, capitalize on that very limitation. State it, rail against it.
The heavy sensual shoulders, the thighs, the blood-born flesh and earth turning into color, rocks into their crystals, water to sound, fire to form: life flickers uncounted into the supple arms of love.
In precious opals there might be a dash of red here, a seductive swirl of blue there, and in the center, perhaps, a flirtatious glance of green. But each stone flickers with a unique fire and a good opal is one with an opinion of its own.
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