“Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.” CareFallNatureCitiesBrainBloodWalkingPressureComplexesDawnReliefYellowHikingTrailsCity LifeForests And TreesWailingCoyotesNature Walk Author:Hamlin Garland
“If you love a Dream Woman ... let her stay the divine Woman of the Dream. To awaken and clasp flesh and blood, no matter how delicately tender, and find that love has sped at the dawn is a misery too deep for tears.” IfsMatterDreamBloodTearsDivineMiseryFleshDawnFlesh And BloodToo DeepSped Book:The Belovd Vagabond Source: The Belovd Vagabond
“We were granted the right to exist by the God of our fathers at the glimmer of the dawn of human civilization nearly 4,000 years ago. For that right, which has been sanctified in Jewish blood from generation to generation, we have paid a price unexampled in the annals of the nations.” YearsHumansHas BeensFatherNationsGenerationsBloodCivilizationYears AgoPaidGrantedDawnOur FatherPriceHuman Civilization Author:Menachem Begin
“When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.” EyeDiesGrowsNatureSecretSunBloodWasteLogicDawnSoilVitalityHaltThrough The EyesAllotments Book:The Poems of Dylan Thomas Source: The Poems of Dylan Thomas
“Religion is a wizard, a sibyl . . . She faces the wreck of worlds, and prophesies restoration. She faces a sky blood-red with sunset colours that deepen into darkness, and prophesies dawn. She faces death, and prophesies life.” WorldFacesReligionReligiousDarknessBloodSkyRedDawnColourSunsetWizardsRestorationWrecks Book:Life and destiny Source: Life and destiny
“Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my shrouded heart.” HeartTwoMomentsPainNightSunBloodBedMoonMarriedMouthsDistanceChainsDawnBranchesSandLaughedAgonyFrozenAcheScornCrystalsDoveLamentClutchFull MoonBalconies Author:Federico Garcia Lorca