The Christian is not always praying; but within his bosom is a heaven-kindled love--fires of desire, fervent longings--which make him always ready to pray, and often engage him in prayer.
The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white!
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.
A fellow and his business should be bosom friends in the office and sworn enemies out of it.
All nature. . . is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again, So that nothing but God alone will remain.
Rich and various gems inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep.
Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.
From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.
They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.
The sage wears clothes of coarse cloth but carries jewels in his bosom; He knows himself but does not display himself; He loves himself but does not hold himself in high esteem.
There is something in the heart of man which will bend under moral suasion. There is a swift witness for truth in his bosom, which will respond to truth when it is uttered with calmness and dignity.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.
So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You said: she's to good to forget. How about making her a friend and competitor — you could learn alot from her. So you'll try. So maybe she'll laugh in your face. So maybe she'll beat you hollow in the end. So anyhow, you'll try, and maybe, possibly, she can stand you. Here's hoping!
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.
The great thing in prayer is to feel that we are putting our supplications into the bosom of omnipotent love.
It was the ideal of living in Eretz Yisrael that took me out of my house, out of my country and caused me to travel from my place. I left my house; I repudiated my inheritance. . . Why? Because I wished to travel to the bosom of my mother, Eretz Yisrael.
I decided it was well past time to take him home and place him in bosom of his family. If you had rather I put him in an orphanage, I fully understand.
Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.
Prayer is the soul's breathing itself into the bosom of its heavenly Father.
