There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.
But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.
Purity and simplicity are the two wings with which man soars above the earth and all temporary nature.
In every living thing there is the desire for love.
We are all created in the image of our Creator - Love itself.
We all find joy and radiance and a reason to move on even in the most dire of circumstances. Even in chaos and madness, there's still a beauty that comes from just the vibrancy of another human spirit.
Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.
I think there's something in the human psyche that we're titillated by the person who flies too close to the candle and their wings get singed.
The idea of love as a mysterious, undiscovered world has come to have no place in our innermost imagination.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.