“Even when it feels as if we are being crushed by earthly troubles, we can remain joyful. If we keep our focus on God, our spirit cannot be trampled.” IfsFeelsGodChristianSpiritReligiousFocusTroubleJoyfulCrushedFocus On God Book:To Heaven and Back: A Doctor's Extraordinary Account of Her Death, Heaven, Angels, and Life Again: A True Story Source: To Heaven and Back: A Doctor's Extraordinary Account of Her Death, Heaven, Angels, and Life Again: A True Story
“The duende....Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odour of a child's saliva, crushed grass, and medusa's veil, announcing the endless baptism of freshly created things.” ChildrenSpiritWindEmptyEndlessLandscapeGrassAccentsVeilsCrushedBaptismAnnouncingMedusaSalivaArchways Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“There will always be people who have power over me, who can destroy my spirit and drain my soul. My best defense is to behave as if I have no soul, to act as if my spirit has already been crushed. Perhaps then, I will be left alone or ignored.” PeopleIfsSoulSpiritLeftDefenseMy SoulBehaveIgnoredCrushedDrainsLeft Alone Author:John S. Hall
“Human nature is full of riddles; . . . one of those riddles is: how is it that people who have been crushed by the sheer weight of slavery and cast to the bottom of the pit can nevertheless find strength in themselves to rise up and free themselves first in spirit and then in body while those who soar unhampered over the peaks of freedom suddenly lose the taste of freedom, lose the will to defend it, and, hopelessly confused and lost, almost begin to crave slavery?'” PeopleFirstsHumansHas BeensBodySpiritLostLosesHuman NatureTasteWeightSlaveryBottomCastsConfusedSheerNeverthelessSoarCravePitsCrushedRiddleFinding StrengthLost And Confused Author:Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
“At last I came to college. I rushed for it with the outstretched arms of youth's aching hunger to give and take of life's deepest, and highest, and I came against the solid wall of the well-fed, well-dressed world - the frigid whitewashed wall of cleanliness. ... How I pinched, and scraped, and starved myself, to save enough to come to college! Every cent of the tuition fee I paid was drops of sweat and blood from underpaid laundry work. And what did I get for it? A crushed spirit, a broken heart, a stinging sense of poverty that I never felt before.” WorldGivingWellsHeartEnoughLastsSpiritFeltEducationPovertyBloodYouthCollegeBrokenWallArmsHighestPaidHungerDisappointmentFedsSweatCentsCrushedCleanlinessLaundryFeesGive And TakeTuitionWell DressedFrigidUnderpaid Author:Anzia Yezierska