“The animate and inanimate creation all contribute to the true worship of God. All of creation must worship at whatever level of sentience they possess. Jesus said if men held back their praise, even the stones might "cry out" in worship.” IfsMenSaidMightJesusAnimalLevelsCryCreationCreaturesWorshipStonesPraiseTrue Worship Author:Ed Buckner
“The slave will be free. Democracy in America will yet be a glorious reality; and when the top-stone of that temple of freedom which our fathers left unfinished shall be brought forth with shoutings and cries of grace unto it, when our now drooping Liberty lifts up her head and prospers, happy will he be who can say, with John Milton, "Among those who have something more than wished her welfare, I, too, have my charter and freehold of rejoicing to me and my heirs."” RealityAmericaFatherLeftLibertyDemocracyGraceCryStonesSlaveLiftsWelfareGloriousTemplesRejoiceOur FatherShoutingHeirsUnfinishedCharterMiltonDemocracy In America Book:Old portraits and modern sketches Source: Old portraits and modern sketches
“It might be suggested, and not easily disproven that anything, no matter how exotic, can be believed by someone. On the other hand, abstract belief is largely impossible; it is the concrete, the actuality of the cup, the candle, the sacrificial stone, which hardens belief; the statue is nothing until it cries, the philosophy is nothing until the philosopher is martyred.” MatterPhilosophyHandsMightBeliefImpossibleCryStonesPhilosopherCupsAbstractCandleConcreteStatuesExoticActualityMartyred Author:Shirley Jackson
“Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.” HardLyingSpeakHeavenGriefCryMinesStonesDearGrievingSpheresDarling Author:Petrarch
“O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans of a childhood groping among its reveries to sort out finally its cold precious stones.” GivingLyingMysteryChildhoodCryFlowerColdStonesLipsSupremeNakedReveriePrecious Stones Author:Stephane Mallarme
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours.” MayHoursBreakCryStonesSticksCornersBonesIdleDomestic ViolenceSticks And Stones Author:Eric Idle
“I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.” WantFeelsHardWantedCryStonesWoods Author:Alice Hoffman
“If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen." I have to dwell on stones darkening the earth, on the river ruined in its own duration: I know nothing save things the birds have lost, the sea I left behind, or my sister crying. Why this abundance of places? Why does day lock with day? Why the dark night swilling round in our mouths? And why the dead?” IfsKnowsShouldDoeHappensEarthNightAsksLostLeftDarkBehindsSeaCryBirdMouthsRiversStonesRoundsThings HappenAsk MeAbundanceMy SisterLocksRuinedLeft BehindDurationDark NightDarkening Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems
“The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice. Yet had I known such pain was in the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe—I have thought since—I could have stood it well enough. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the soothing sea-breeze, the world was a confusion, blurred with drifting black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot of the house in the stone wall.” IfsWorldBelieveWellsEnoughPainSufferingNextFoundHouseI BelieveFearBlackVoiceRoomsKnownDoorsTreeSeaFansCryWallRedStonesGreenBrilliantPityConfusionDumbSpiteNervesSunlightBreezeDriftingSoothingStone WallsSea Breeze Book:The Island of Dr. Moreau Source: The Island of Dr. Moreau
“If, on thinking this, I look up to see if reality can quench my thirst, I see inexpressive facades, inexpressive faces, inexpressive gestures. Stones, bodies, ideas - all dead. All movements are one great standstill. Nothing means anything to me, not because it's unfamiliar but because I don't know what it is. The world has slipped away. And in the bottom of my soul - as the only reality of this moment - there's an intense and invisible grief, a sadness like the sound of someone crying in a dark room.” IfsThinkingKnowsWorldLooksMeanIdeasSoulMomentsBodyRealityFacesSoundDarkRoomsGriefSadnessCryMovementStonesBottomInvisibleIntenseMy SoulLook UpGesturesThirstUnfamiliarFacadeQuenchDark RoomStandstill Author:Fernando Pessoa
“She is standing on my lids And her hair is in my hair She has the colour of my eye She has the body of my hand In my shade she is engulfed As a stone against the sky She will never close her eyes And she does not let me sleep And her dreams in the bright day Make the suns evaporate And me laugh cry and laugh Speak when I have nothing to say” DoeDreamBodyHandsEyeSpeakSleepLaughingSunSkyCryHairStandingStonesLet MeColourShadeHer EyesBright Days Author:Paul Eluard
“Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.” MenHeartTwoWarMatterFactsPastArtistSongDiesFallNamesCryGoes OnSingingStonesUltimateUniversalPaintDecadesTreasureTriumphFakePrintFraudAshesFacts Of LifeMillenniumGood Heart Author:Orson Welles
“Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; ... 'So careful of the type', but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go' ... Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law- Tho' Nature red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.” MenDreamSeemsEyeCareLastsLawSciencePurposeEvilNaturePrayerGoneSkyCryCreationTypeEvolutionThousandBuiltRedFairsStonesAnd LoveFinalsCarefulTeethHis EyesCreedsTrustedI CareStrifeSplendidCliffsCarelessClawsSingle LifePsalmsGod And Nature Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.” SoulLightAnimalCryFieldsMountainBirdStonesPlantWelcomeStreams Author:Paulo Coelho