Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.
ABERJHANIIf life is a birthday cake let my face be smeared with its icing of cognac and kindness.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives.
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Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
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Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks.
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She [Whitney Houston] inherited gifts for skillfully interpreting lyrics and endowing them with new depth and jeweled nuance.
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Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.
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Until the past ten years, many defined the period primarily by its well-known literary, musical, and artistic elements while overlooking the fact there was any political component to it at all.
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The reality of a serious writer is a reality of many voices, some of them belonging to the writer, some of them belonging to the world of readers at large.
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Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World
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Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
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And other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror, he or she may experience glimpses of a True Self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.
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The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery.
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As painful as life can be at times for people all over the world there is some component of existence, or nonexistence perhaps,
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Beauty from another world gave birth to your voice– sent to rescue scorned hearts from traumatized nights.
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In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
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The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
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