A Quote by O.R. Melling

Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. -Honor,from the Summer King. — © O.R. Melling
Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. -Honor,from the Summer King.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Everyday, everywhere our children spread their dreams beneath our feet and we should tread softly.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Tread softly, Brathe peacefully, Laugh hysterically.
Tread softly upon the earth because the faces of the unborn look up at you.
So what's your second suggestion?" "Tread lightly." "That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?" "All right, tread very lightly.
Great civilizations have annihilated themselveswhen the development of their spiritual wisdom lagged far behind their scientific technology. We need to walk softly, for though we have tread upon the surface of the moon, we have remained bigots and arrogant egotists. Walk softly, for history repeats its self with little provacation.
Writers rush in where publishers fear to tread and where translators fear to tread.
Writers rush in where publishers fear to tread and where translators fear to tread
I sleep lightly and tread to keep my head out of the sea of dreams.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
Enter upon thy paths, O year! Thy paths, which all who breathe must tread, Which lead the Living to the Dead, I enter; for it is my doom To tread thy labyrinthine gloom; To note who round me watch and wait; To love a few; perhaps to hate; And do all duties of my fate.
Tread softly as you draw near to the bedside of a dying man, for the space around him is holy ground. Speak in hushed tones, with awe and reverence, as you would in a cathedral. Let not the mind engage in trivial thoughts. The awesome majesty of Death can only be met in silence.
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