Brim Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
and-it-was-an-hand-breadth-thick-and-the-brim-thereof-was-wrought-like-the-brim-of-a-cup-with-flowers-of-lilies-it-contained-two-thousand-baths
theres-no-emptiness-in-life-warrior-everything-is-filled-to-brim-everything-is-filled-to-brim-everything-is-equal-carlos-castaneda
when-hell-is-full-up-to-the-brim
have-died-in-me-filled-all-to-the-brim
raise-your-glass-and-tip-your-brim
when-people-are-filled-to-brim-with-love-they-are-their-most-beautiful-adriana-trigiani
nothing-is-pending-in-world-nothing-is-finished-yet-nothing-is-unresolved-everything-is-filled-to-brim-carlos-castaneda
then-your-barns-will-be-filled-to-overflowing-your-vats-will-brim-over-with-new-wine-proverbs-310
the-heart-that-is-to-be-filled-to-brim-with-holy-joy-must-be-held-still-george-seaton
i-have-a-notebook-that-is-filled-to-the-brim-with-my-dreams-and-ideas-and-goals-and-aspirations
jesus-said-to-servants-fill-jars-with-water-they-filled-them-to-brim-john-27
every-day-we-may-see-some-new-thing-in-christ-his-love-hath-neither-brim-nor-bottom-samuel-rutherford
jesus-saith-unto-them-fill-the-waterpots-with-water-and-they-filled-them-up-to-the-brim
fill-your-bowl-to-the-brim-and-it-will-spill-keep-sharpening-your-knife-and-it-will-blunt
its-like-she-had-soul-that-was-much-too-big-for-her-it-filled-her-to-brim-till-there-was-no-more-space-it-flowed-out-through-her-eyes-nick-lake
so-perhaps-real-secret-to-style-is-filling-yourself-to-absolute-brim-with-engagement-loving-not-wisely-but-too-well-all-that-tim-gunn
i-hate-online-bullying-those-little-comment-boxes-can-brim-with-most-vicious-acidic-pointless-remarks-alexa-chung
if-man-truly-loves-he-gives-no-heed-to-what-others-may-think-his-heart-has-no-room-for-that-for-it-is-filled-to-brim-with-unutterable-truth-his-feelings-juliet-marillier
years-steal-fire-from-mind-as-vigor-from-limb-lifes-enchanted-cup-but-sparkles-near-brim-lord-byron
the-quaker-loves-ample-brim-a-hat-that-bows-to-no-salaam-and-dear-beaver-is-to-him-as-if-it-never-made-dam-thomas-hood
talent-is-loaded-word-full-to-brim-with-meanings-that-artist-might-be-wise-to-forget-about-it-altogether-just-keep-on-working-eric-maisel
ah-well-that-i-cant-tell-you-diana-ducked-her-head-that-brim-her-bonnet-covered-her-face-some-things-must-remain-mystery-for-now-i-think-ill-keep-my-opinion-you-your-compliments-
happy-men-are-grave-they-carry-their-happiness-cautiously-as-they-would-glass-filled-to-brim-which-slightest-movement-could-cause-to-spill-over-jules-amedee-barbey-daurevilly
eternally-woman-spills-herself-away-in-driblets-to-thirsty-seldom-being-allowed-time-quiet-peace-to-let-pitcher-fill-up-to-brim-anne-morrow-lindbergh
if-youre-more-interested-in-looking-like-hipster-jazz-musician-young-hunk-id-recommend-pork-pie-it-has-narrow-brim-flat-top
better-stop-short-than-fill-to-brim-oversharpen-blade-edge-will-soon-blunt-amass-store-gold-jade-no-one-can-protect-it-laozi
they-sat-me-down-on-point-and-my-eyes-looked-up-in-texture-the-illuminating-brim-a-solid-trilogy-circle-embedded-in-rock-orbital-when-im-gone-you-volumes
i-keep-my-pride-get-on-my-ride-20-inch-rims-i-sport-brim-hang-with-my-girls-go-to-mall-around-world-keep-your-change-the-finest-things-will-still-goodie-mob
we-quaff-cup-life-with-eager-haste-without-draining-it-instead-which-it-only-overflows-brim-objects-press-around-us-filling-mind-with-their-magnitude-with-throng-desires-that-wai
life-is-a-mysterious-garden-filled-to-the-brim-with-anonymous-events-and-anonymous-moments
one-lifes-sorest-tragedies-is-that-people-who-brim-with-confidence-are-always-wrong-people-charlie-brooker
if-you-cannot-inspire-woman-with-love-you-fill-her-above-brim-with-love-herself-all-that-runs-over-will-be-yours
if-you-cannot-inspire-a-woman-with-love-of-you-fill-her-above-the-brim-with-love-of-herself-all-that-runs-over-will-be-yours
if-you-cannot-inspire-woman-with-love-you-fill-her-above-brim-with-love-herself-all-that-runs-over-will-be-yours-charles-caleb-colton
ive-always-lived-life-where-people-have-said-look-at-him-who-does-he-think-he-is-and-who-i-think-i-am-is-someone-living-life-to-brim
dance-provencal-song-sunburnt-mirth-on-for-beaker-full-warm-south-full-true-blushful-hippocrene-with-beaded-bubbles-winking-at-brim-and-john-keats
his-words-filled-my-heart-to-brim-i-loved-him-in-way-id-never-be-able-to-express-in-words-he-was-part-me-and-i-was-part-him-tethered-together-for-becca-fitzpatrick
im-full-piss-vinegar-oozin-through-my-jugular-vein-im-full-piss-vinegar-bubblin-to-brim-my-brain-the-legendary-shack-shakers
positive-words-left-unsaid-are-like-sachets-currency-notes-burnt-in-vain-positive-deeds-left-undone-are-like-deep-wells-filled-with-soil-to-brim-do-undone-say-unsaid-turn-unturne
The passion of steeped leaves and stewed broth is a philter that triumphs in our veins. It is our heritage, it is our religion, it is the glory of our being. It is our honour to show the rest of the uncivilized world how a refined and educated society operates. Nothing can be done without tea. For a thing to be done right and to be done well, a hand must be furnished with a cup filled to the brim with the finest vintage of dried and simmered vegetation. There is no other way, I tell you. For a Marridon-born man not to like tea is immoral. It makes him low, shows him to be wholly vulgar and unable to appreciate and welter in all the rapture that such scandal-broth can supply. A sniveling guttersnipe might not like tea, but a knight, a member of the highest order, a banner of Marridonian heraldry, cannot dislike it. It is folly to think so, absolute humbuggery. You are one of the high boughs of Marridon's ancient tree, sir knight. You are practically born with leaves to steep, to stew, to swelter, to sip. It is almost treasonous not to like tea. I am considered a recluse amongst Marridon's high society, and even I understand why I must like tea. It is the drink of the thinking man, to be deliberated over and deliciated, to be relished and reveled in, that all its secrets of higher cogitation might be extricated and beloved. One must immerse himself in the distillation if he is to properly understand it. To drink tea ponderously is all the learned Marridonian should ever aspire to.

Michelle Franklin
the-passion-steeped-leaves-stewed-broth-is-philter-that-triumphs-in-our-veins-it-is-our-heritage-it-is-our-religion-it-is-glory-our-being-it-is-our-honour-to-show-rest-uncivilize
There is much in our Lord's pantry that will satisfy his children, and much wine in his cellar that will quench all their thirst. Hunger for him until he fills you. He is pleased with the importunity of hungry souls. If he delays, do not go away, but fall a-swoon at his feet. Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love has neither brim nor bottom. How blessed are we to enjoy this invaluable treasure, the love of Christ; or rather allow ourselves to be mastered and subdued in his love, so that Christ is our all, and all other things are nothing. O that we might be ready for the time our Lord's wind and tide call for us! There are infinite plies in his love that the saint will never be able to unfold. I urge upon you a nearer and growing communion with Christ. There are curtains to be drawn back in Christ that we have never seen. There are new foldings of love in him. Dig deep, sweat, labour, and take pains for him, and set by as much time in the day for him as you can; he will be won with labour. Live on Christ's love. Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not wait until tomorrow, it must have a throne all alone in your soul. It is our folly to divide our narrow and little love. It is best to give it all to Christ. Lay no more on the earthly, than it can carry. Lay your soul and your weights upon God; make him your only and best-beloved. Your errand in this life is to make sure an eternity of glory for your soul, and to match your soul with Christ. Your love, if it could be more than all the love of angels in one, would be Christ's due. Look up to him and love him. O, love and live! My counsel is, that you come out and leave the multitude, and let Christ have your company. Let those who love this present world have it, but Christ is a more worthy and noble portion; blessed are those who have him.

Samuel Rutherford
there-is-much-in-our-lords-pantry-that-will-satisfy-his-children-much-wine-in-his-cellar-that-will-quench-all-their-thirst-hunger-for-him-until-he-fills-you-he-is-pleased-with-im
Seeing is of course very much a matter of verbalization. Unless I call my attention to what passes before my eyes, I simply won't see it. It is, as Ruskin says, 'not merely unnoticed, but in the full clear sense of the word, unseen.' If Tinker Mountain erupted, I'd be likely to notice. But if I want to notice the lesser cataclysms of valley life, I have to maintain in my head a running description of the present... when I see this way I analyze and pry. I hurl over logs and roll away stones; I study the bank a square foot at a time, probing and tilting my head. Some days when the mist covers the mountains, when the muskrats won't show and the microscope's mirror shatters, I want to climb up the blank blue dome as a man would storm the inside of a circus tent, wildly, dangling, and with a steel knife, claw a rent in the top, peep, and if I must, fall. But there is another kind of seeing that involves a letting go. When I see this way I sway transfixed and emptied. The difference between the two ways of seeing is the difference between walking with and without a camera. When I walk without a camera, my own shutter opens, and the moment's light prints on my own silver gut. It was sunny one evening last summer at Tinker Creek; the sun was low in the sky, upstream. I was sitting on the sycamore log bridge with the sunset at my back, watching the shiners the size of minnows who were feeding over the muddy bottom... again and again, one fish, then another, turned for a split second and flash! the sun shot out from its silver side. I couldn't watch for it. It was always just happening somewhere else... so I blurred my eyes and gazed towards the brim of my hat and saw a new world. I saw the pale white circles roll up, roll up like the world's turning, mute and perfect, and I saw the linear flashes, gleaming silver, like stars being born at random down a rolling scroll of time. Something broke and something opened. I filled up like a new wineskin. I breathed an air like light; I saw a light like water. I was the lip of a fountain the creek filled forever; I was ether, the leaf in the zephyr; I was flesh-flake, feather, bone. When I see this way, I see truly.

Annie Dillard
seeing-is-course-much-matter-verbalization-unless-i-call-my-attention-to-what-passes-before-my-eyes-i-simply-wont-see-it-it-is-as-ruskin-says-not-merely-unnoticed-but-in-full-cle