#jo

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream. ↗

— Ernest Dowson

#enjoyment #life #passage-of-time #pleasure #roses

If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#crete #dreams #greece #happiness #jack-r-kearns

The Church is Christ’s witness to the world of a loving savior and His redemptive plan for man. ↗

— John Paul Warren

#church-leadership #pastor-john-paul #pastor-john-paul-warren #pastors-conferences #school-of-ministry

Men of God are not just born, they are formed ↗

— John Paul Warren

#john-paul #john-paul-warren #leadership #pastor-john-paul-warren #voice-of-the-nations

It's not good to make sentimental journeys. You see the differences instead of the sameness. ↗

— Mary Astor

#good #instead #journeys #make #sameness

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#inspirational #journey #longing #love #melancholy

Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing: yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met. ↗

— Jean M. Auel

#jondalar #love #dreams

God's plan for your life is happening right now. It doesn't begin when you get married or when you get your dream job or when everything feels perfect. You are IN the plan. - TLC's friend Kris (p.159) ↗

— Tara Leigh Cobble

#faith #god #gods-will #dreams

So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment. We are utterly open with no one, in the end -- not mother and father, not wife or husband, not lover, not child, not friend. We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman's second glance, a child's apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words 'I have something to tell you,' a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother's papery ancient hand in a thicket of your hair, the memory of your father's voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children. ↗

— Brian Doyle

#dreams

Its time for disc jockeys to turn their hands to clocks. The modern age needs a slower beat. ↗

— Bauvard

#disc-jockeys #funny #humor #time #age