I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.
Without prayer, without faith in the Almighty, the civil rights movement would have been like a bird without wings.
I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
Ambition is an idol, on whose wings great minds are carried only to extreme; to be sublimely great or to be nothing.
Grace is what picks me up and lifts my wings high above and I fly! Grace always conquers! Be graceful in everything; in anger, in sadness, in joy, in kindness, in unkindness, retain grace with you!
Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.
Pleasures take to themselves wings and fly away true knowledge remains forever.
An angel of God never has wings.
I feel more like I'm a person who has so much to offer in different capacities that it would be a danger for me not to give myself a chance to spread my wings in all different directions.
Very few cities in the NHL have the history or the following of the Detroit Red Wings.
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.
One who has imagination without learning has wings without feet.
Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.
In 'thinking up' music I usually have some kind of a brass band with wings on it in back of my mind.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.