In all that you
In all that you are living… As the problem flickers, the solution flickers too. Esther Hicks
Flicker
the present is the
the present is the merest flicker between the long long time past and the things that haven’t yet happened but most assuredly will. Estela Portillo Trambley
We are little flames
We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out…we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night…and thus we wait for morning. Erich Maria Remarque
They lay on their
They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful … Read more
Each person shines with
Each person shines with his or her own light. No two flames are alike. There are big flames and little flames, flames of every color. Some people’s flames are so still they don’t even flicker in the wind, while others have wild flames that fill the air with sparks. Some foolish flames neither burn nor … Read more
At night, when the
At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity. E. M. Forster
The candle flame is
The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scaled in the circle of light. I’m struggling to resist, but I’m drawn. And then it’s to bright, and I … Read more
… the world can
… the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can–the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn’t even flicker. Frederick Buechner
She glances at the
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. Frank Deford
Witch Baby wanted to
Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked–the angel in her dream–but she didn’t know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when … Read more