When you are a warrior for your body, you search out every good thing there is to fill it with - every nutrient, every vitamin, every thought, every belief. You love your body, and you thank your body in the morning and bless it throughout the day.
The government in which I believe is that which is based on mere moral sanction. . . the real law lives in the kindness of our hearts. If our hearts are empty, no law or political reform can fill them.
I choose to fill my days with what I'm passionate about, and live with purpose.
A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me, For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
When you're full of yourself, God can't fill you. But when you empty yourself, God has a useful vessel.
Leave a space and something will fill it.
There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.
Horses are incredibly forgiving. They fill in places we're not capable of filling ourselves.
Trane was the perfect saxophonist for Monk's music because of the space that Monk always used. Trane could fill up all that space with all them chords and sounds he was playing then.
I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
The causes that govern the heart appear to be wholly alien to the results achieved. Are the forces that moved a desperate criminal the same that fill a martyr with pride, as both mount the scaffold?
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.
Before we pray that God would fill us, I believe we ought to pray that He would empty us.
I think all you can really do is use the tour to kinda fill up with experiences and thoughts, and then, when you get back to the studio, or in some type of creative environment, that's when you release everything that you've encountered on tour.
So many people work so hard, to achieve, attain, accumulate and cherish their fortunes. How many of us blissfully fill our days and nights being the Divine expression we are? This is the meaning of life. It is to be. As a result, all of your creations are a natural outflow from the Divine within your being. This is the joy of life.
In a nation that was proud of hard work, strong families, close-knit communities, and our faith in God, too many of us now tend to worship self-indulgence and consumption. Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns. But we've discovered that owning things and consuming things does not satisfy our longing for meaning. We've learned that piling up material goods cannot fill the emptiness of lives which have no confidence or purpose.
No one can fill those of your needs that you won't let show.
It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with such a gust of life that they transcend reality.
No mind is much employed upon the present; recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.