“Being blind is as simple as closing your eyes. The blind don't act any different than you or I. You never see a blind person going around saying, 'I'm blind.' So if you want to play blind just close your eyes and keep them closed and fare thee well.”
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Calm Quotes — page 196 of 276
“I try to keep my mind active. I'm a solitaire and puzzle addict. I exercise religiously. I don't do many things religiously and I've taken up golf to have something to do when I have nothing to do.”
“Thackwell really can metaphorically coast home now”
“Follow the path of serenity. Why lose your temper if by losing it you offend God, trouble your neighbor and in the end have to set things aright anyway?”
“Nature did all things well”
“It doesn't bother me at all. Do I hold any hard feelings? Not at all, ... Life is too short to sit around and hold grudges. I don't hold any whatsoever.”
“In the sun I feel as one.”
“Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.”
“Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.”
“Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.”
“I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.”
“O sweet spontaneous earth”
“It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.”
“In the end, for congenial sympathy, for poetry, for work, for original feeling and expression, for perfect companionship with one's friends--give me the country.”
“At a wavering instant the swallows gave way to bats By the Ponte Vecchio . . . Changing guard.”
“Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . . .”
“Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.”
“The tiny fish enjoy themselves in the sea.”
“The flood subsides, and the body, like a worn sea-shell emerges strange and lovely.”
“You feel free in Australia. There is great relief in the atmosphere - a relief from tension, from pressure, an absence of control of will or form. The Skies open above you and the areas open around you.”