“Dark the Night, with breath all flowers, And tender broken voice that fills With ravishment the listening hours,-- Whisperings, wooings, Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills! Dark the night Yet is she bright, For in her dark she brings the mystic star, Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love, From some unknown afar.” StillsNightStrongStarsVoiceHoursDarkFlowerBrokenListeningLowsBreathsRingsRhythmLiquidMysticWhisperingDoveTremblingRippleAfarWooing Book:The Complete Works of George Eliot in Eighteen Volumes: Poems Source: The Complete Works of George Eliot in Eighteen Volumes: Poems
“I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough.” PeopleIfsBelieveStillsSometimesMatterHardEnoughSoundTreeFlowerListeningQuietBirdI Still Believe Book:In Cold Blood Source: In Cold Blood
“If you visit a temple, you can see pictures of God, you can see the Deity form of the Lord, and you can just hear Him by listening to yourself and others say the mantra. It's just a way of realizing that all the senses can be applied toward perceiving God, and it makes it that much more appealing, seeing the pictures, hearing the mantra, smelling the incense, flowers, and so on.” IfsWayFormRealizingLordSeeingFlowerListeningHearingSensesTemplesDeitiesMantrasIncense Author:George Harrison
“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” MindHeartMomentsFacesGirlStarsWhiteVisionForeverFlowerListeningBeatsBreathsLipsFasterIncarnationForksDaisiesHeart BeatThis GirlTuningLiterary LoveGreat Gatsby LoveGatsby Love Author:F. Scott Fitzgerald