The spiritual warrior hides from nothing. We jump into the fire, we dive into the ocean. We become the sea.
Leftism hides under an intellectual veneer, but underneath it is all emotion
Journalists are accused of being lapdogs when they don't ask the hard questions, but then accused of being rude when they do. Good thing we have tough hides.
The truth about a man lies first and foremost in what he hides.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
When we fear things I think that we wish for them. . . every fear hides a wish
A lie hides the truth. A story tries to find it.
God hides some ideal in every human soul. At some time in our life we feel a trembling, fearful longing to do some good thing. Life finds its noblest spring of excellence in this hidden impulse to do our best.
It is our very search, our lust for the miraculous and magical, that hides from us the truth that simply to be, simply to know I am, is already the miracle that we seek. Everything, as it is, is perfect, but you must stop seeing it as if in a mirror, as if in a dream.
If we are going to save our hides, we need to start with democracy.
God doesn't hide Himself from you so that He can't be found; He hides Himself from you so that He can be found.
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
A man may say, "From now on I'm going to speak the truth. " But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.
Self is the opaque veil that hides the face of God from us.
As a rule, adversity reveals genius and prosperity hides it
I have nothing against the smell of rot but something against what hides the smell of rot in the United States of America.
Despair. . . It hides away propagates, expands, and finally explodes
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
The actor has to have some degree of craft, along with the talent. No one tries to laugh except bad actors. No one tries to cry except bad actors. How a character hides his feelings tells us who he is. Most people don't know that, and most actors don't do that. Therefore, there are a lot of actors who put me to sleep, that are considered good actors, but they're predictable and boring. I know how the scene is going to end before it ends.
When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast, Fast-bound their streams, and all their beauty lost; The herds, the flocks, in icy garments mourn, and wildly murmur for the Spring's return; From snow-topp'd hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies.