#dwell

Eternal life and the invisible world are only to be sought in God. Only within Him do all spirits dwell. He is an abyss of individuality, the only infinite plenitude. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

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The brain may be regarded as a kind of parasite of the organism, a pensioner, as it were, who dwells with the body. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#brain #dwells #kind #may #organism

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above. ↗

— William Shakespeare

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Man can climb to the highest summits, but he cannot dwell there long. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#climb #dwell #highest #long #man

On the subject of emigration, it is not my intention to dwell at any length. ↗

— Charles Sturt

#dwell #emigration #intention #length #subject

A celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity. ↗

— Jeremy Taylor

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The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

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It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self. ↗

— Richard Wilbur

#admired #audience #back #better #congress

Tawny shrugged. "I was overreacting. Typical big sister move. He explained why he did it, and it makes sense, in a slightly twisted way. He's not a bad guy. He's just a jerk. But a nice one." "That doesn't make any sense." "Men rarely do. ↗

— Chelsea M. Cameron

#funny #hunter-zaccadelli #my-favorite-mistake #tawny-caldwell #taylor-and-tawny

Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands. ↗

— Linda Hogan

#nature #love