Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.
– Scott Hastie
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- Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing. – Clive James
- God can turn stones into bread, and a sinner can turn bread into stones; the bread of life into the stone of stumbling. – Thomas Watson
- For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget. – Stant Litore
- Birth our night into dayAnd bathe it clean,So that beloved things can glowTogether in a litter of light. – 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
- Stories arrest us. Parents use stories to capture the attention of active children. Preachers use stories to capture the attention of sleepy adults. – Tony Reinke
- Souls are more important than stories, yes. But stories are a window to the soul. Without stories, the soul suffocates. – Christy Hall
- Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light. – Kate DiCamillo
- Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense. – Yann Martel
- Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is color that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense. – Yann Martel
- Then sense. Use your sense. Not all of us are born for greatness, but all of us have sense. Make use of it. Think. Think long and well. – Richard Llewellyn
- 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
- Open the doors of your heart and they will come-¦And for every cruel arrow,Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul. – 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
- 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
- Everyday can be extraordinaryAnd ripe,Like a flower burst,If the will is there. – 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
- 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 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
- The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this,Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again-¦ – Scott Hastie