We mostly spend [our] lives conjugating three verbs: to Want, to Have, and to Do... forgetting that none of these verbs have any ultimate significance, except so far as they are transcended by and included in , the fundamental verb, to Be.
This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.
Y'know scientists are funny. We probe and measure and dissect. Invent lights without heat, weigh a caterpillar's eyebrow. But whenit comes to really important things we're as stupid as the caveman.... Like love. Makes the world go 'round, but what do we know about it? Is it a fact? Is it chemistry? Electricity?
All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.
The measure of love is to love without measure. - attributed to Saint Augustine
The true measure of loving God is to love him without measure.
Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.
When you invent the ship, you also invent the shipwreck; when you invent the plane you also invent the plane crash; and when you invent electricity, you invent electrocution...Every technology carries its own negativity, which is invented at the same time as technical progress.
They've a temper, some of them - particularly verbs, they're the proudest - adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs.
I used to love wings. People come up to me and say, 'Hey, you have to try this hot sauce, let's go get wings.' I don't even want to do that for Key and Peele. This is not a hobby.
Zorba is beautiful, but something is missing. The earth is his, but the heaven is missing. He is earthly, rooted, like a giant cedar, but he has no wings. He cannot fly into the sky. He has roots but no wings.
To go beyond samsara and nirvana, we will need
the two wings of emptiness and compassion.
From now on, let us use these two wings
to fly fearlessly into the sky of the life to come.
No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts.
Men are angels born without wings, nothing could be nicer than to be born without wings and to make them grow.
Tell me, who doesn't want to have a family to extend himself/herself?