A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.
– Scott Hastie
Related Quotes:
- Urge and urge and urge,Always the procreant urge of the world. – Walt Whitman
- The desire to get married is a basic and primal instinct in women. It’s followed by another basic and primal instinct: the desire to be single again. – Nora Ephron
- I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze. – Scott Hastie
- The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this,Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again-¦ – Scott Hastie
- We are floating with the stream of time like a bubble with a stream of water. – Debasish Mridha
- I have been-¦To every depth of my heartTo every height of my mindTo every extent of my worldI see only one nameIt’s yours-¦ – Heenashree Khandelwal
- The urge to destroy is also a creative urge. – Mikhail Bakunin
- There are times when creation can be achieved only through destruction. The urge to destroy is then a creative urge. – Bakunin
- God gives urge, urge gives pleasure, pleasure gives pains, pains gives fruits, fruits gives trees, trees die and go to hell! – Michael Bassey Johnson
- To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy,Dazzling in your heart,Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile. – Scott Hastie
- The sacred bequestOf times long spent with your heartThat saturate and illuminate you nowSo piercingly-¦ – Scott Hastie
- Disparate energies come togetherThat have never been aligned before.And so bound,Is the world illuminated,Changed forever in an instant-¦ – Scott Hastie
- Here, illuminated at last,Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;Sweet moments of passion and healing,Of sensual release. – Scott Hastie
- And so we smile on,Feeding the truths we shareWith a union of our souls,Cathedral slaves of our passionWhich builds beauty amongst chaos. – Scott Hastie
- Such is true joy’s absolute certainty,Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever. – Scott Hastie
- Every new dayOur children’s joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn. – Scott Hastie
- For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy. – Scott Hastie
- Life, wherever it leads,Will always be the same,It begs for the best of you. – Scott Hastie
- Birth our night into dayAnd bathe it clean,So that beloved things can glowTogether in a litter of light. – Scott Hastie
- We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life,More beautiful than ever before. – Scott Hastie
- Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day. – Scott Hastie
- Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine. – Scott Hastie
- When in love or inspired,An eternal kiss from the divineAwaits us all. – Scott Hastie
- Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken. – Scott Hastie
- Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul. – Scott Hastie
- Be as audaciousAs you wish.By all means look to the heavens. – Scott Hastie
- In this life at least,Our fate is rarely epic.Maybe just as well,Impervious heroes we are not-¦ – Scott Hastie
- A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward -“ a way home-¦ – Scott Hastie
- How stubborn life is,It clings like silver in our souls. – Scott Hastie
- The sea, the sea-¦Man alone,Passive, unawareIn his elemental sadness. – Scott Hastie
- Where once there was a void,Now at least there are Seeds of splendour,Becalmed belief for another time. – Scott Hastie
- The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight. – Scott Hastie
- The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy. – Scott Hastie
- Paradise is no whim.It takes time and trust,You see. – Scott Hastie
- The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven. – Scott Hastie
- On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something-¦ – Scott Hastie
- Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still. – 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
- Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love. – Scott Hastie
- A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to. – Scott Hastie