In Japanese houses the interior melts into the gardens of the outside world.
Gentle feelings produce profoundly beneficial effects upon stern natures. It is the spring rain which melts the ice-covering of the earth, and causes it to open to the beams of heaven.
Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
Pity melts the mind to love.
Sure, you make money writing on the coast. . . but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.
The same sun that melts the butter hardens the clay.
My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
I think this is the case in the great majority of authoritarian states: on the surface, because of repression, everything seems frozen, but when the sun comes out and the ice melts, you find that there was a lot of life underneath all along.
I wrap the potential for bitterness, resentment, martyrdom in the blanket of forgiveness and just set it down. Then it just melts in the warmth. And goes away.
The same sun that melts butter hardens clay.
Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I cant resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.
Real suffering bravely borne, melts even a heart of stone. Such is the potency of suffering. And there lies the key to Satyagraha.
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife. It melts the frost that binds her lips. It melts the sea in her eyesss. (from uncorrected galley)
My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever. . .
The man who melts With social sympathy, though not allied, Is more worth than a thousand kinsmen.
They say money kinda melts when you take it across a border.
