Let me dwell in the Istanbul of your heart,
For many trees had grown taller-tallest there,
Which were sown by Emperor Constantine,
And later got cut equally by Sultan Mehmed of the Ottomans.
How do you paint the portrait of my love for you?
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no matter how much progress one makes they will feel that they did not do much. it is only after they stop to take a break will they see how far one has come. there is still always a taller mountain though, so keep climbing higher until you are satisfied with where you're at.
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Many a times what we 'could do' happens to be much smaller than what we 'need to do' and not many make the choice of doin' the latter !!
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If witnessing holiness in others on occassion can contribute to painting a picture of God, then a clear image of God hangs in the gallery of my mind!
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I don't know if you're an obsession, an addiction, or an allergic reaction.
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"If the truth shall set you free, then I have never been a slave" JT Waller
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Always think of the ballerina
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Children do have a way of bringing us back into focus, usually throwing a slow curve that ends up being a strike to the heart of the matter. Some large lessons of love have come to me from much smaller sizes than myself.
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I'm blessed up to here - wish I was taller.
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The smaller the content, the more the plasticity of the form.
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