#sentiments

Most people see through these issues but the corporate media doesn't reflect these sentiments. ↗

— John Hall

#issues #media #most #people #reflect

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel. ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes

#associations #channel #imagination #memories #more

I am much obliged by the favourable sentiments you express towards me, and shall be happy if I can be of service in carrying into execution your plans. ↗

— George Stephenson

#be happy #carrying #execution #express #favourable

Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action. ↗

— James Russell Lowell

#beautiful #every #every man #feels #instinctively

Union of religious sentiments begets a surprising confidence. ↗

— James Madison

#confidence #religious #sentiments #surprising #union

He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life. ↗

— George Sand

#delights #draws #his #life #line

Mystics are not themselves. They do not exist in selves. They move as they are moved, talk as words come, see with sight that enters their eyes. I met a woman once and asked her where love had led her. Fool, there's no destination to arrive at. Loved one and lover and love are infinite. ↗

— فرید الدین عطار

#sword-sentiments #love

It seems difficult, sometimes, to believe that there was a time when sentiments now become habitual, sentiments that imply not only the original imperative of conduct, but the original metaphysic of living, were by no means altogether habitual. ↗

— Lascelles Abercrombie

#become #believe #conduct #difficult #habitual

I cannot be much pleased without an appearance of truth; at least of possibility I wish the history to be natural though the sentiments are refined; and the characters to be probable, though their behaviour is excelling. ↗

— Frances Burney

#behaviour #cannot #characters #history #i

We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of nacre. One bough of clear promise Across the moon. It is in this wise that God speaketh unto me. He layeth hands of healing upon my flesh, Stilling it in an eternal peace, Until my soul reaches out myriad and infinite hands Toward him, And is eased of its hunger. And I know that this passes: This implacable fury and torment of men, As a thing insensate and vain: And the stillness hath said unto me, Over the tumult of sounds and shaken flame, Out of the terrible beauty of wrath, I alone am eternal. One bough of clear promise Across the moon ↗

— Frederic Manning

#path #sufi #sword-sentiments #transience #beauty