Elle avait failli à un moment… Elle était fatiguée, elle aurait dû poser ses coudes sur le bureau elle aussi, et lui raconter la vérité. Lui dire que si elle ne mangeait plus, ou si...

…I’ve marked our sacred place not with stones – I’ve put it my art to keep it safe…

you have to have the right sort of stone. Peridot for mothers, girasol for lovers, sapphire for sadness, and garnet for joy.

What the eyes perceive in herbs or stones or trees is not yet a remedy; the eyes see only the dross.

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...

You’ll never reach your destination if you stop to throw stones at every dog that barks.

You must stay focused, concentrating on the work at hand. Consistency makes the rain drops to create holes in the rock.

Pretty Stones

The great mountains of wars and conflicts in the world can only be removed by picking up tiny stones of hatred and anger bit by bit. We must all be involved!

Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.

When you believe in yourself as a great asset God created for a reason, you will rename your major successes as mere stepping stones because there are greater things that eyes have not yet seen...

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....

When stumbling blocks can become stepping stones, then these stones that the builders reject can equally become chief corner stones!

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,...

In the forestlichen writhes and assembles itself into signs to light my path through the deep dark north shadow; and I emerge at last onto a hillside strewn with logogrammatic stones, and scramble away from...

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

I love the Stones, but I’ve gone to a lot of gigs.

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