stones

Yes, if the stones that we walked on could talk, they would surely tell our story.

Take the stones that failure throws at you and build legacies the world will always remember you for.

RELATIONSHIPS & THE INNER BEING The other is a mirror of our own face; the other is a mirror of our inner being. The entire universe is a manifestation of our own inner being. Man is the microcosm and the universe is the macrocosm. In our inner being, we are one with all.True relationships is to see ourselves in all beings and to see all beings in ourselves. The inner being is not only present in human beings, but it is also present in flowers, trees, animals, stones and the stars. The divine exists everywhere in nature. Once we realize this we will never feel alone. We find the communion of the heart everywhere.

Failures to heroic minds are the stepping stones to success.

And it was a very, very fruitful and great relationship between the Stones and The Beatles. It was very, very friendly.

Clouds are just nature's stepping stones to the heavens.

Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.

Science is built up of facts, as a house is with stones. But a collection of facts is no more a science than a heap of stones is a house.

Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success.

If an evil spirit had to hide from God, it would hide in a diamond. If an angel had to hide from the Devil, it would hide in rose quartz.

Put down your stones. Why are you breaking the window when God has left the door wide open? If you are afraid, lover, follow me. I will guide the way.

...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...

We do remember once we were wrong sacrificing everything for idols and stones likewise today for ghost and phantoms.

She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.

Life keeps throwing me stones. And I keep finding the diamonds...

Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like flesh. Water will not stand still. It is always off to somewhere else; restless, talkative, and curious. Even water in a covered jar will disappear in time. Flesh is water. Stones are like bones. Satisfied. Patient. Dependable. Tell me, then, Alobar, in order to achieve immortality, should you emulate water or stone? Should you trust your flesh or your bones?

I think maybe bad things seem worse when people are alone. When they can turn that bad thought over and over in their head, polishing it like a stone, until it shines dark and black. Maybe the key to making things better is being with other people. Little by little, smiles and laughter and hugs can chip away at any dark stone, even if it__ as big as a boulder to start. Then finally, bit by bit, it shrinks until it__ no bigger than a pebble, something that even I could kick down the road.

People who walk across dark bridges, past saints,with dim, small lights.Clouds which move across gray skiespast churcheswith towers darkened in the dusk.One who leans against granite railinggazing into the evening waters,His hands resting on old stones.