Promptings Quotes

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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
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i-wanted-only-to-live-in-accord-with-promptings-which-came-from-my-true-self-why-was-that-difficult-hermann-hesse
peace-can-come-to-both-giver-receiver-as-we-follow-promptings-spirit-to-serve-one-another-barbara-w-winder
o-ruthless-perilous-imperious-hateyou-can-not-thwartthe-promptings-my-soul-hilda-doolittle
several-incidents-in-my-life-have-convinced-me-spiritual-interposition-promptings-some-beneficent-force-outside-ourselves-which-tries-to-help-us-where-it-can-arthur-conan-doyle-s
he-who-before-he-leaves-his-body-learns-to-surmount-the-promptings-of-desire-and-anger-is-a-saint-and-is-happy
lifes-great-moments-evolve-from-simples-acts-cooperation-with-gods-mysterious-promptings-bill-hybels
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we-often-leave-most-precious-personal-direction-spirit-unheard-because-we-do-not-record-respond-to-first-promptings-that-come-to-us-when-lord-richard-g-scott
life-is-not-set-campaign-but-irregular-work-main-forces-in-it-are-not-overt-resolutions-but-latent-halfinvoluntary-promptings-walter-bagehot
labor-is-rest-from-sorrows-that-greet-us-from-all-petty-vexations-that-meet-us-from-sinpromptings-that-assail-us-from-worldsirens-that-lure-us-to-frances-sargent-osgood
however-farfetched-it-may-sound-experience-shows-that-many-neuroses-are-caused-by-fact-that-people-blind-themselves-to-their-own-religious-promptings-carl-jung
every-young-man-is-prone-to-be-misled-by-suggestions-his-own-illfounded-ambition-which-he-mistakes-for-promptings-asecret-genius-thence-dreams-ralph-waldo-emerson
the-human-brain-has-natural-ability-inherent-in-its-mechanism-to-work-on-many-levels-in-process-constant-promptings-in-type-selfpreservation-if-only-humans-understood-most-ignore
is-there-conscience-in-kremlin-do-they-ever-ask-themselves-what-is-purpose-life-what-is-it-all-for-no-their-creed-is-barren-conscience-immune-to-margaret-thatcher
his-spirit-speaks-with-promptings-that-are-not-audibleoften-they-are-much-louder-than-thatalways-in-perfect-harmony-with-scriptures-always-steven-furtick
listen-to-the-promptings-of-the-heart-a-littlemore-and-listen-to-the-complaints-of-the-mind-a-little-less
one-thing-is-that-lifes-great-moments-evolve-from-simple-acts-cooperation-with-gods-mysterious-promptingsnudges-that-always-lean-toward-finding-whats-bill-hybels
one-cannot-violate-promptings-ones-nature-without-having-that-nature-recoil-upon-itself-jack-london
until-every-good-man-is-brave-we-must-expect-to-find-many-good-women-timidtoo-timid-even-to-believe-in-correctness-their-own-best-promptings-when-george-eliot
I write to find strength. I write to become the person that hides inside me. I write to light the way through the darkness for others. I write to be seen and heard. I write to be near those I love. I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper. I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear. I write past the embarrassment of exposure. I write because hypocrisy doesn't need answers, rather it needs questions to heal. I write myself out of nightmares. I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings. I write to remember. I write knowing conversations don't always take place. I write because speaking can't be reread. I write to sooth a mind that races. I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand. I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide. I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long. I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be. I write to provide a legacy. I write to make sense out of senselessness. I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding. I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers. I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time. I write because God loves stories. I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.

Shannon L. Alder
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It is a great wonder How Almighty God in his magnificence Favors our race with rank and scope And the gift of wisdom; His sway is wide. Sometimes He allows the mind of a man Of distinguished birth to follow its bent, Grants him fulfillment and felicity on earth And forts to command in his own country. He permits him to lord it in many lands Until the man in his unthinkingness Forgets that it will ever end for him. He indulges his desires; illness and old age Mean nothing to him; his mind is untroubled By envy or malice or thought of enemies With their hate-honed swords. The whole world Conforms to his will, he is kept from the worst Until an element of overweening Enters him and takes hold While the soul's guard, its sentry, drowses, Grown too distracted. A killer stalks him, An archer who draws a deadly bow. And then the man is hit in the heart, The arrow flies beneath his defenses, The devious promptings of the demon start. His old possessions seem paltry to him now. He covets and resents; dishonors custom And bestows no gold; and because of good things That the Heavenly powers gave him in the past He ignores the shape of things to come. Then finally the end arrives When the body he was lent collapses and falls Prey to its death; ancestral possessions And the goods he hoarded and inherited by another Who lets them go with a liberal hand. 'O flower of warriors, beware of that trap. Choose, dear Beowulf, the better part, Eternal rewards. Do not give way to pride. For a brief while your strength is in bloom But it fades quickly; and soon there will follow Illness or the sword to lay you low, Or a sudden fire or surge of water Or jabbing blade or javelin from the air Or repellent age. Your piercing eye Will dim and darken; and death will arrive, Dear warrior, to sweep you away.

Seamus Heaney
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