A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.
Don’t let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.
Stichwörter: music cooperation free speech singing free-speech unity song harmony voice speaking-out together choir speechless voices speak loud chorus choruses harmonize harmonizing join joining loudmouths soft speak-up vocalize vocalizing working-together
I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, “I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the way the yellow leaves, the color of Sam’s eyes, fluttered and twisted, crashing butterflies, on their way to the ground. The slender white trunks of the birches, creamy and smooth as human skin. I remembered Sam standing in the middle of the wood, his arms stretched out, a dark, solid form in the dream of the trees. His coming to me, me punching his chest, the soft kiss. I remembered every kiss we’d ever had, and I remembered every time I’d curled in his human arms. I remembered the soft warmth of his breath on the back of my neck while we slept.
I remembered Sam.
Stichwörter: kiss wolf soft sam-roth
...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.
Alice HoffmanStichwörter: day memory sky color soft
Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
Janet FitchStichwörter: love hate hatred use cradle soft enjoy humiliate sculpt tiring
Silk is a fine, delicate, soft, illuminating, beautiful substance. But you can never rip it! If a man takes this tender silk and attempts to tear it, and cannot tear it, is he in his right mind to say "This silk is fake! I thought it was soft, I thought it was delicate, but look, I cannot even tear it" ? Surely, this man is not in his right mind! The silk is not fake! This silk is 100% real. It's the man who is stupid!
C. JoyBell C.Stichwörter: wisdom inspirational strength inspirational-quotes stupidity parable inspirational-life real fake parables silk soft gentle genuine wisdom-quotes delicate strength-of-a-woman stupidity-of-man
War can condition a person to be resilient, tolerant, dependable, strong, and capable of so much more than one who had experienced nothing of it; it can bring out the very best in us, but also the very worst. Where is it, I ask, the proper conduit through which a soldier should be raised from whence they would become an upstanding citizen of the world, instead of a single country?
Mike NortonStichwörter: experience compassion strong world peace war religion forgiveness christian rape tolerance islam muslim communism buddhist country socialism dalai-lama soldier training soft citizen dependence resilient humanitarianism the-pope tolerant
My trews may be soft, lass, he thoughts, but what's in them isn't.
Karen Marie MoningStichwörter: karen-marie-moning soft hard gwen drustan kiss-of-the-highlander trews
Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.
Dejan StojanovicStichwörter: wisdom poetry literature gifts listen quotes faces gift thoughts listening silent soft notes poetry-quotes messages literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic blissful high-notes
... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Paul HoffmanStichwörter: life love soul kiss breath dead touch happy spirit unseen always tomas paul cold temple forever air soft gloom breeze warm near cale hoffman arbell around
I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.”
And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.
Stichwörter: pain love god soul night breath touch quote play shadow hair threat tomas paul skin cold cool message soft left hand terrible break frase breeze warm bound cheek swan cale hoffman arbell neck alabaster cables
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