When a sincere woman begins to dance, the seven heavens, the earth, and all creatures begin to dance.
Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the oftener and more steadily we reflect on them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.
The mocker will not have the last laugh. You see, dancing on the grave of an extinguished Christianity is farcical at best. Because the grave is empty. And the one who knows the way out of the grave sits in the heavens and laughs.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.
He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
Some Socialists seem to believe that people should be numbers in a State computer. We believe they should be individuals. We are all unequal. No one, thank heavens, is like anyone else, however much the Socialists may pretend otherwise. We believe that everyone has the right to be unequal but to us every human being is equally important.
If the heavens throw you dates, you got to keep your mouth open.
By the favour of the heavens
We're told the old-school imperialists were racists, that they thought of the wogs as inferior. But, if so, they at least considered them capable of improvement. The multiculturalists are just as racist. The only difference is that they think the wogs can never reform: Good heavens, you can't expect a Muslim in Norway not to go about raping the womenfolk! Much better just to get used to it.
I'll be there forever and a day - Always I'll be there till the stars don't shine Till the heavens burst and The words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you - Always
How can a speck of a universe be physically identical to the great expanse we view in the heavens above?
"Did God have a mother?" Children, when told that God made the heavens and the earth, innocently ask whether God had a mother. This deceptively simple question has stumped the elders of the church and embarrassed the finest theologians, precipitating some of the thorniest theological debates over the centuries. All the great religions have elaborate mythologies surrounding the divine act of Creation, but none of them adequately confronts the logical paradoxes inherent in the question that even children ask.
Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.
In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint. . . . Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.
Silence came before creation, and the heavens were spread without a word
The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about—clouds—daffodils—waterfalls—what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in—these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks.
The heavens are full of floating mysteries.
Nature is the first tutor. No one remains untouched or unschooled by the earth, seasons, and heavens.
It is clearly evident that most events of a widespread nature draw their causes from the enveloping heavens.