#bows

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. ↗

— Khalil Gibran

#bows #children #forth #living #sent

How many colours are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'green'? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? ↗

— Stan Brakhage

#colours #crawling #create #eye #field

Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows. ↗

— Charles Buxton

#breeze #first #joyous #rustle #sails

The eyes of a poet discover in each person a unique and irreplaceable humanity. While arrogant intellect seeks to control and manipulate the world, the poetic spirit bows with reverence before its mysteries. ↗

— Daisaku Ikeda

#before #bows #control #discover #each

So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#box #calf #canvas #cow #fastened

When I was 15, I sat in despair one day in a creaky old bus that was winding its way through central Mexico (that’s another story), trying to decide if I truly believed in God. Not necessarily God with a big white beard looking down from a Biblical heaven, but some kind of sacred spirit above, beneath, and within all things. I’d always had a deep, instinctive faith (even as a small child) in a sacred dimension to life, a Mystery I didn’t need to fully define in order to know it, feel it, experience it. But recent grueling events had shaken my faith and closed that connection. Now, I realize that sitting and railing at God is practically a cliche of teenage angst; that doesn’t make the experience any less urgent at age 15, and I was in a dark place. “Okay,” I said, throwing the gauntlet down to whatever out there might be listening, “if there is something more than this, then prove it. Just prove it. Or I quit.” The bus turned a corner on the narrow, dusty road, and a gasp went up from the people around me. Above us, a rainbow arched through a bright blue, cloudless, rainless desert sky. Rainbows have been special to me ever since. I know the scientific explanation, of course, water and air and angles of sunlight and all that. But to me, they are always a message. They say: “The universe is a Mystery and you’re part of it.” And sometimes that’s all I need to hear; that’s all the answer I need, no matter what the prayer. ↗

— Terri Windling

#inspirational #rainbows #age

Crawford washed her hands a lot. She washed her arms all the way up past her elbows. She just couldn't get enough done in that direction. She was compulsive about being clean, clean, clean! ↗

— Fay Wray

#arms #being #clean #compulsive #crawford

That was the era when we might have destroyed Russia completely and not even skinned our elbows doing it. ↗

— Curtis LeMay

#destroyed #doing #elbows #era #even

You must find the note, the correct key, for your story. If you find it, everything will work. If you do not, everything will stick out like elbows. ↗

— Louis Malle

#elbows #everything #find #key #like

It was so draining. Going to parties to rub elbows with so-and-so and act like it's no big deal, when really all I was doing was hoping I'd have the success they had. ↗

— Katy Perry

#big #big deal #deal #doing #draining