The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
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The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
It's not sincereity, it is truth which frees us, because it transforms us. It tears us away from our inmost slavery.
If you hire people just because they can do a job, they'll work for your money, but if they believe what you believe, they'll work for you with blood and sweat and tears.
By its very nature, hate destroys and tears down; by its very nature, love creates and builds up.
We strain to hear. But instead of hearing an answer we catch sight of God himself scraped and torn. Through our tears we see the tears of God
Whatever’s inside making me what I am, it’s like film. Film only works in the dark. Tear it all open and let in the light and you kill it.
What lasts in the reader's mind is not the phrase but the effect the phrase created: laughter, tears, pain, joy. If the phrase is not affecting the reader, what's it doing there? Make it do its job or cut it without mercy or remorse.
There's something about love that builds up and is creative. There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive. So love your enemies.
Beware of making a woman cry. God is counting her tears.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
We cannot go back in time and change the past, but we can repent. The Savior can wipe away our tears of regret and remove the burden of our sins. His Atonement allows us to leave the past behind and move forward with clean hands, a pure heart, and a determination to do better and especially to become better.
Nature best teaches how to pray, and how to reverence all the gifts the Almighty has given us. She is like a vast outspread handkerchief, embroidered with God's eternal name, on which we may dry alike our tears of sorrow and of joy; she turns weeping into ecstasy, and fills our hearts with speechless, quiet reverence and resignation.
Through tears and trials, through fears and sorrows, through the heartache and loneliness of losing loved ones, there is assurance that life is everlasting. Our Lord and Savior is the living witness that such is so.
I offered up a special prayer, a prayer which came with tears and anguish, that some way would open up for me to use what talents I possessed for my fellow workers, for the poor.
A tear is enough water to float a desire to God.
Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.
There is no end to the creativity, ingenuity, and tenacity of those who look for reasons to criticize. They cannot seem to release their grip on grudges. They gossip and find fault with others. They nurse wounds for decades, taking every opportunity to tear down and demean others. This is not pleasing to the Lord, 'for where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work' (James 3:16).
All mankind is crying out for guidance, for comfort, for peace.
We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.
But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
Every time I look down on this timeless town, whether blue or gray be her skies, whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears, more and more do I realize that...I love Paris.
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