Famous Scott Hastie Quotes

  • A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to. – Scott Hastie

    A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to.– Scott Hastie

  • The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this,Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again-¦ – Scott Hastie

    The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this,Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again-¦– Scott Hastie

  • I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine. – Scott Hastie

    I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.– Scott Hastie

  • Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love. – Scott Hastie

    Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love.– Scott Hastie

  • Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears,I wouldn’t want it any other way. – Scott Hastie

    Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears,I wouldn’t want it any other way.– Scott Hastie

  • Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still. – Scott Hastie

    Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.– Scott Hastie

  • Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again. – Scott Hastie

    Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again.– Scott Hastie

  • On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something-¦ – Scott Hastie

    On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something-¦– Scott Hastie

  • I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. – Scott Hastie

    I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.– Scott Hastie

  • The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven. – Scott Hastie

    The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.– Scott Hastie