“I can see thru mountains watch me disappear, I can even touch the sky. Swallowing the colors of the sounds I hear, am I just a crazy guy? You bet.” I CanGuySoundWatchesSkyCrazyColorMountainDisappearInsanitySwallowingWatch Me Author:Ozzy Osbourne
“Everybody prays whether [you think] of it as praying or not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when the sky-rocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at somebody else s pain. The stammer of joy at somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with over your own life. These are all prayers in their way.” ThinkingWayLifeSometimesUsePainBeautifulJoyFallSoundWaterPrayerSilenceSkyPrayingHappeningsVery GoodCrowdsOddOver YouFourthFloatsRocketsJulyVery Beautiful Author:Frederick Buechner
“The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.” IfsEnoughWholeEarthTogetherNightFallStarsSoundClearSkyLandColorSceneMoonMassHarmonyCastsCommunicateDeeperGravesSnowBeing TrueRangeBordersVoidLayersSkirtsBlacknessTranquilFreezingHeavinessSomberSwiftnessStarry Sky Book:Snow Country Source: Snow Country
“I remember the good evenings I have fished, even the ones that realised material hopes not by the fish that came to the fly, but by the colour and movement of the water and sky, by the sounds and scents and gentle stirrings that were all about me.” RememberSoundWaterSeaSkyMovementMaterialsRiversFishesBoatEveningGentleColourLakesFishingScentRealisedStirringGood Evening Author:Roderick Haig-Brown
“To be an artist it is not necessary to make a living from our creations. Nor is it necessary to have work hanging in fine museums or the praise of critics . . . To be an artist it is necessary to live with our eyes wide open, to breathe in the colors of mountain and sky, to know the sound of leaves rustling, the smell of snow, the texture of bark . . . To be an artist is to notice every beautiful and tragic thing, to cry freely, to collect experience and shape it into forms that others can share.” KnowsEyeBeautifulFormArtistSoundSkyShareCryCreationColorFineShapesMountainPraiseCriticsSmellWideBreatheSnowTragicMuseumsTextureBarkVery BeautifulEyes Wide Open Author:Jan Phillips
“The religion of our fathers overhung us children like the shadow of a mighty tree against the trunk of which we rested, while we looked up in wonder through the great boughs that half hid and half revealed the sky. Some of the boughs were already decaying, so that perhaps we began to see a little more of the sky than our elders; but the tree was sound at its heart.” HeartChildrenLittlesReligionFatherSoundHalfWonderTreeSkyShadowEldersOur FatherTrunks Author:Lucy Larcom
“Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the mane ofthe grass; the diluted reflection of the sky together with the fleeting sight of the reeds; the Negresses fill their dripping gourds and their red clay containers; the song of the washerwomen; the gorged fields the tall crops ripening.” TogetherSongCoursesSoundWaterNatureSkyFieldsReflectionRedGardenRiversSightTrackGrassTallFleetingClayCropsSunnyReedsCanalsDrippingContainersRipeningSplashingGourds Author:Jacques Roumain
“The way to develop the habit of savoring is to pause when something is beautiful and good and catches our attention - the sound of rain, the look of the night sky - the glow in a child's eyes, or when we witness some kindness. Pause... then totally immerse in the experience of savoring it.” WayLooksChildrenEyeBeautifulNightSoundAttentionKindnessSkyHabitRainWitnessPausesNight SkySavoringSound Of Rain Author:Tara Brach
“Great master Lao Tzu says that 'The Master has no possessions. The more he does for others, the happier he is. The more he gives to others, the wealthier he is.' Giving is indeed a very good source of happiness! One of the best treasures a man can give to someone is a good and sound idea; because birds can ascend into the sky only with wings, and men, only with good and sound ideas!” MenGivingDoeIdeasHappinessSoundSkyMastersSourceBirdWingsVery GoodPossessionTreasureSource Of HappinessLaosLao Tzu Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan
“Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to the rain? Just a little boy standing in the rain The gentle rain that falls for years And the grass is gone and the boy disappears And the rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain? Just a little breeze out of the sky The leaves nod their heads as the breeze blows by Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye And what have they done to the rain?” YearsLittlesDoneEyeFallSoundBoysGoneSkyTearsRainStandingEnvironmentalBlowDisappearSmokeLiftsGentleGrassHeavenlyPollutionHelplessBreezeLittle BoysRain FallingGentle RainStanding In The Rain Author:Malvina Reynolds