“Where refugees seek deliverance that never comesAnd the heart consumes itself as if it would live,Where children age before their timeAnd life wears down the edges of the mind,Where the old man sits with mind grown cold,While bones and sinew, blood and cell, go slowly down to death,Where fear companions each day's life,And Perfect Love seems long delayed.CHRISTMAS IS WAITING TO BE BORN:In you, in me, in all mankind.” IfsMenMindHeartChildrenLongSeemsAgeWaitingBornPerfectBloodMankindColdEdgesBonesCellsEach DayCompanionOld ManRefugeeDeliveranceDelayedPerfect Love Book:Howard Thurman: Essential Writings Source: Howard Thurman: Essential Writings
“Get up now and go and find Robert Kilroy-Silk. Smile in a warm, friendly sort of way, then punch him on the nose. Now go and find Robert on television, despite my best endeavours, this is still relatively easy to do. Wait for a close-up, same smile, and punch him on the nose. If you followed the instructions carefully, you will have noticed a distinct difference. On the one hand, you were suffused with a sense of public-spirited righteousness; on the other, you're probably dribbling blood. That's the difference between reality in life and reality on television.” IfsWayStillsHandsRealityEasyWaitingDifferencesBloodTelevisionWarmDespiteGet UpNosesFriendlyRighteousnessInstructionSilkEndeavourSpirited Author:A. A. Gill
“In Turkey, the media wait for you outside. You go down to them, in tunnel, and sometimes, people are yelling and throwing things. They throw coins. I get hit in the head. Bleeding. There is blood.” PeopleSometimesWaitingBloodMediaThrowingCoinsTurkeysTunnelsBleedingYellingThrowing Things Author:Mehmet Okur
“I will wait and watch till the day of David at last shall be finished, and wisdom no more fox-faced, and the blood gets back its flame.” WisdomLastsWaitingWatchesBloodBibleFinishedFlamesDeceitGet BackFoxes Author:D. H. Lawrence
“Life is not somewhere waiting for you, it is happening in you. It is not in the future as a goal to be arrived at, it is herenow, this very moment - in your breathing, circulating in your blood, beating in your heart. Whatsoever you are is your life, and if you start seeking meaning somewhere else, you will miss it. Man has done that for centuries.” IfsMenLifeHeartDoneMomentsLife IsWaitingGoalBloodCenturyMissingFutureHappeningsSeekingBreathingMeaning Of LifeSomewhere ElseWaiting For YouLife Means Author:Rajneesh
“My heart, my lungs, my blood - they've all been checked. I remember one of the doctors almost being disappointed when he showed me the results because he couldn't wait to tell me what smoking was doing to me. But there was nothing there.” HeartRememberWaitingResultsBloodMy HeartDoctorsSmokingDisappointedLungsBeing Disappointed Author:Simon Cowell
“There are no true friends in politics. We are all sharks circling, and waiting, for traces of blood to appear in the water.” PoliticalPoliticsWaitingWaterBloodTrue FriendSharksNo True Friends Author:Alan Clark
“There are moments that stop the heart, that catch the breath, that halt the beat of blood in your veins, and you are suspended in time, held between life and death, and you wait for something to bring you back again.” HeartMomentsWaitingBloodBeatsBreathsLife And DeathVeinsHaltBack AgainSuspendedBetween Life And Death Book:Fade Source: Fade
“In the old days gigging was everything. The whole of life was about gigs. Everything was about waiting for the gig and then doing the gig and going nuts and then afterwards the party and all the stuff that goes with it. And then that party continues through your twenties and thirties. I'm now 51, and it's still very much in my blood, but I'm really hard pushed... the gig is the party for me now.” StillsHardWholeStuffWaitingPartyBloodTwentiesNutsGigsOld Days Author:James Taylor
“I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood.” IfsWorldWantNeedsWritingLittlesLongI CanSelfLiteratureWaitingSinPleasureViewsSilenceDarknessBloodThis WorldDrinkComfortAccomplishPigsWearyMudForbiddenCravingLureHensDebaucheryAbasement Book:The Hour of the Star Source: The Hour of the Star
“Then I place the blade next to the skine on my palm. A tingle arced across my scalp. The flood tipped up at me and my body spiraled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next. What happened next was thet a perfect, straight line of blood bloomed from under the blade.The line grow into a long, Fat bubbel, A lush crimson bubbel that got bigger and bigger. I watch from above, waiting to see how big it would get before it burst. when it did, I felt awesome. Satisfied, finally. Then exhausted.” LongBodyBigsHappensNextGrowsFeltWaitingLinesPerfectWatchesHappenedBloodBiggerSatisfiedFatsFloodExhaustedPalmsBladesCeilingsStraight LinesLooking DownCrimsonLush Author:Patricia McCormick