“So now, how did God produce this world?... The fable is that he breathed upon us. In his breath, his wind, came moisture and things began to grow... a message of hope. Nothing physical. How do you intend for your breath to become a work of art? The only way I can see it is that you prevent your breath from becoming a structure. As soon as your breath takes on the form of a room, you are a carpenter; you're not God.” WorldWayArtI CanFormGrowsRoomsThis WorldProduceWindBecomingMessagesBreathsStructureWorks Of ArtFablesCarpenterMoistureMessage Of Hope Author:Milton Resnick
“I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know what message is for me, For I have been in Arcady.” KnowsMayHas BeensSkyWindMessagesBirdBlueArcadiaBlithe Book:The Poems and Sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton ... Source: The Poems and Sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton ...
“The history of the universe and nature is being told to us by the stars, by the Earth, by the uprising and elevation of the mountains, by the animals, the woods and jungles, and by the rivers. Our task is to know how to listen and interpret the messages that are sent to us. The original peoples knew how to read every movement of the clouds, the meaning of the winds, and they knew when violent downpours were coming... We have forgotten all that.” KnowsEarthUniverseStarsAnimalKnow HowMovementWindMountainMessagesRiversTasksOriginalsEnvironmentalForgottenCloudsWoodsViolentJungleStewardshipUprisingElevation Author:Leonardo Boff
“We achieved a deal with the Russians that didn't wind up in two days of strikes that would have sent a, quote, "message," but would not have removed the weapons. We struck a deal to get all of the declared weapons out of Syria. Never before in a conflict has that ever happened, that during the conflict weapons of mass destruction are taken out of the zone of conflict. And thank God we did that, because if we hadn't done that, today ISIL would have those chemical weapons in large parts of the country.” IfsTwoCountryDoneTodayDealsTakenHappenedWindConflictMessagesWeaponsMassDestructionStrikesZoneChemicalsThank GodSyriaWeapons Of Mass DestructionMass DestructionTwo DaysChemical WeaponsIsil Author:John F. Kerry
“Pardon all runners, All speechless, alien winds, All mad waters. Pardon their impulses, Their wild attitudes, Their young flights, their reticence. When a message has no clothes on How can it be spoken.” YoungWaterAttitudeWindMessagesClothesMadFlightAliensImpulseRunnersPardonSpeechlessReticence Book:The Collected Poems of Thomas Merton Source: The Collected Poems of Thomas Merton
“Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope in my hand, I carried a message. I came to the puddle. I could not cross it. Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell. I was blown like a feather. I was wafted down tunnels. Then very gingerly, I pushed my foot across. I laid my hand against a brick wall. I returned very painfully, drawing myself back into my body over the grey, cadaverous space of the puddle. This is life then to which I am committed.” SaidBodyHandsSpaceFeetMiddleIdentityWindWallMessagesCrossesLaysCommittedStormDrawingAwfulGreyFeathersBricksJulyTunnelsEnvelopesPuddlesBrick Wall Author:Virginia Woolf
“I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.” WorldStillsNightCoursesFamilyWindMessagesChristmasIndifferentNot AloneInspirational ChristmasChristmas DayChristmas HolidayChristmas TreeChristmas ThoughtsChristmas LoveHoliday SeasonMerry Christmas InspirationalChristmas SeasonChristmas MagicChristmas MessageChristmas TimeHoliday TraditionsReligious ChristmasMeaning Of ChristmasHoliday Love Author:Taylor Caldwell