Savour 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
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to-the-one-we-are-the-savour-of-death-unto-death-and-to-the-other-the-savour-of-life-unto-life-and-who-is-sufficient-for-these-things
savour-lifes-pleasures-in-abundance-ginger-sullivan
we-savour-on-great-memories-happy-times-lailah-gifty-akita
i-savour-idea-my-new-state-single-millionaire-paulo-coelho
for-we-are-unto-god-a-sweet-savour-of-christ-in-them-that-are-saved-and-in-them-that-perish
to-feel-envy-is-human-to-savour-schadenfreude-is-devilish-arthur-schopenhauer
savour-your-existence-live-every-moment-do-not-waste-breath-nando-parrado
the-ultimate-priority-humanity-should-not-be-to-savour-power-given-to-us-but-rather-to-account-for-according-responsibility-christian-harrison
his-jest-shall-savour-but-shallow-wit-when-thousands-more-weep-than-did-laugh-it-william-shakespeare
i-write-romance-passion-to-savour-love-twice-in-moment-in-retrospect-angeline-m-bishop
i-write-about-romance-passion-to-savour-love-twice-in-moment-in-retrospect-angeline-m-bishop
sweet-are-thoughts-that-savour-content-the-quiet-mind-is-richer-than-crown-robert-greene
now-thanks-be-unto-god-which-always-causeth-us-to-triumph-in-christ-and-maketh-manifest-the-savour-of-his-knowledge-by-us-in-every-place
podcasting-is-personal-medium-i-savour-those-moments-where-details-podcasters-lives-glint-through
i-write-to-taste-life-twice-to-savour-flavour-sweet-times-gone-by-spit-out-bitterness-before-it-multiplies-aisha-mirza
and-for-a-drink-offering-thou-shalt-offer-the-third-part-of-an-hin-of-wine-for-a-sweet-savour-unto-the-lord
floating-falling-sweet-intoxication-touch-me-trust-me-savour-each-sensation-let-dream-begin-let-your-darker-side-give-in-charles-hart
dont-bleach-language-savour-it-instead-stroke-it-gently-even-groom-it-but-dont-purify-it-roland-barthes
because-of-the-savour-of-thy-good-ointments-thy-name-is-as-ointment-poured-forth-therefore-do-the-virgins-love-thee
and-walk-in-love-as-christ-also-hath-loved-us-and-hath-given-himself-for-us-an-offering-and-a-sacrifice-to-god-for-a-sweetsmelling-savour
salt-is-good-but-if-the-salt-have-lost-his-savour-wherewith-shall-it-be-seasoned
wisdom-goodness-to-vile-seem-vile-filths-savour-but-themselves-william-shakespeare
and-thou-shalt-bring-for-a-drink-offering-half-an-hin-of-wine-for-an-offering-made-by-fire-of-a-sweet-savour-unto-the-lord
I write poems. I'm often laughed at for doing so. My friends and foes, who were born in 1980's or even later aren't savvy with this concept of the reading and writing poems. They're probably not at fault because while they were being brought up in their respective environments, they weren't really taught how to appreciate poetry. Sadly, those same indifferent souls are now raising their children in the same robotic way, keeping them away from an art form as pure as poetry. Anyway, on the path my life, my poems, written and unwritten, are spread throughout like breadcrumbs. Alas! I'm savouring these breadcrumbs alone because no one has chosen to walk by me, maybe because they're skeptic about the taste of these crumbs. They've hypothetically assumed that these crumbs, these poems are bitter. Sigh! They aren't courageous enough to gather the strength to actually taste them. Perhaps this way, the real sweetness of my crumbs, of my poems stays obscured to them. But I haven't let them crush this sweetness beneath their feet and that's why, I've chosen to walk alone instead. How can I not savour these crumbs if I already know that they're leading me to the apex of my life? How can I not write poems if a voice inside me is constantly pecking my hands to give it a form? This voice is my meditation. This voice is my shadow, a shadow which is stubborn enough to remain intact even when I'll be gone. This voice is my concrete, the concrete that I'm made up of. This voice is my power, the power that will shake your senses. This voice is my poetry.

Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal