on a dusty highway, the word of love delights everyone like a sip of fresh air.
No one wants to be one, so dropped rubbish attracts another. but a man has eyes, and they call his hands to cleanse. A man speaks only when he feels beauty.
Artists never retire.
The oculist only heals the muscles of the eye, but the Word of God protects us from all the dangers that await us along the way.
We do not fall into the pits just because we see them and therefore understand the deceit of darkness.
We testify of our faith, not with our tongue, but throughout our lives.
To see a picture means to love, to hear its colors. Gratitude for what you have is the key to the Castle of Happiness.
Colors combine the various problems of today with the spiritual values of the people and thus embody the latter in solving human dilemmas.
My diary was turned into the Arthiker blog by this thought.
At least I was healed by it. Of course, that happened only thanks to you – due to your feedback about my sighs that reminded me of the power of art to save people by directing them to the light.
Poetry, like any art, blooms but blooms only in the beds of your commentary.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery writes:
“Condemning yourself is a lot harder than judging others. If you can judge yourself well, it will show that you are a real wise person.”
Who wouldn’t want to be wise! Therefore I got out of bed and created my WordPress.com account. That’s why you see “a ..”, “b …” on your computer screens now, and guess, what’s going on here, right?
My eyes disappear in the bookshelf. Baron Munchausen, Dante’s Divine Comedy – all sorts of names flash, including Antoine de Saint-Exépery’s “Citadel”.
“Time is not an hourglass that uses sand, but a cutter that binds the foot.”
Maybe my account too will appear on someone’s bookshelf one day.
Are you more afraid of information from a TV reviewer, or sleeping near a snoring one?
Love is just one word, but how many meanings it contain! Let’s see.
Some say they love themselves, others say they love their family. The authorities are urging us to love our city as well. As you can see, we already have three loves, and that’s not all.
We are called to love God first and foremost.
Sex and agape are certainly not the same, although they are named after the same word. In addition, people say that if we love God, we must love our enemies as well. Is that possible?
What does it mean to love?