The breeze of grace is always blowing; set your sail to catch that breeze.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.
Leave your yawns behind you and feel the tiny new breeze of life lighting up inside of you.
That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring and carried aloft on the wings of the breeze.
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!
Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.
What you really want for yourself is always trying to break through, just as a cooling breeze flows through an open window on a hot day. Your part is to open the windows of your mind.
Lifes too short to just breeze on by.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.
Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.
I am life. I have no name. I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.
The breeze of grace is always blowing on you. You have to open the sails and your boat will move forward.
Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.
Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.
No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear,
or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.
My beautiful, my own
My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze
Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face!
Thy very winds feel native to my veins,
And cool them into calmness!
Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
One small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.
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