Aberjhani Quotes - Page 3

Change is one of the scariest things in the world and yet it is also one of those variables of human existence that no one can avoid.

As history has demonstrated many times over, change may arrive slowly or quickly but it is the one constant, in one form or another, on which we can all count.

Passion presented with a greater challenge achieves a greater goal.

Authentic inspiration endows individuals with mental or spiritual energy which they are then able to transform into positive action. It can make all the difference between a man, woman, or child allowing despair to permanently paralyze any dreams they may have for their lives, or, exercising sufficient strength of will to make those dreams a reality.

Rainbows introduce us to reflections of different beautiful possibilities so we never forget that pain and grief are not the final options in life.

We are living in an era in which billions of people are grappling to promote communication, tolerance, and understanding over the more destructive forces of war, terrorism, and political chaos that have characterized the beginning of the 21st Century.

Stars wishing upon the potential of humans shine faithfully on.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

Ours is an age in which thousands are driven daily from their homelands by the unforgiving brutalities of war, terrorism, political oppression, starvation, disease, economic piracy, and the relentless suffocation of that singular breath which makes human beings individuals.

Careful studies of cases dealing with supposed 'mental disorder' have at times revealed that many thought to be insane or warped in some fashion were actually simply highly sensitive individuals. What they suffered from was not mental debilitation, but personal and communal ignorance of psychic reality.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

As goes love so goes life.

Quote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.

Such are these places where lovers of bliss behold the angel of peace

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

An author accepting language's invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively--even if with much dread--in ways that synchronize images, ideas, emotions, sounds, smells, ignorance, and knowledge.

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

The political, social, and spiritual impact of the life example set by Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela might be measured in part by the profound and unique gestures made by people in different countries to honor his life upon learning of his death.

I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself as a poet and to accept the fact that life had never given me any choice in the matter. And then I had to discover exactly what that meant.