I'll place my love beneath the stars.
The duties of each moment are the shadows beneath which hides the divine operation.
Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.
I believe that evidence shows that there is a real spirit, a real Beach, but it is beneath no pavement whatsoever, for all pavements arise within it: Spirit is all-encompassing. It transcends everything, it includes everything.
Petroleum is the product of a distillation from great depth and issues from the primitive rocks beneath which the forces of all volcanic action lie.
I think we need to always mimic reality in our fiction. I think that we can stir things up and reveal a truth beneath the surface in that way as well.
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
The Florida peninsula is, in fact, an emerging plateau, honeycombed with voids and vents, caves and underground waterways. Travelers on Interstate Highway I-75 have no idea that, beneath them, are cave labyrinths still being mapped by speleologists - 'cavers,' they prefer to be called.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
All those fake news having nothing beneath and having no evidence, were nothing else but slander. And that's why we'll continue to suggest to everyone insisting that Russia was interfering in this or that way into domestic affairs of the United States, we will suggest them to read Mr. Putin's lips.
Learn to get in touch with the innermost essence of your being. This true essence is beyond the ego. It is fearless; it is free; it is immune to criticism; it does not fear any challenge. It is beneath no one, superior to no one, and full of magic, mystery, and enchantment.
Deep beneath the surface of the Sun, enormous forces were gathering. At any moment, the energies of a million hydrogen bombs might burst forth in the awesome explosion. . . . Climbing at millions of miles per hour, an invisible fireball many times the size of Earth would leap from the Sun and head out across space.
As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell, our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well.
Dig beneath your feet, there you will find a spring. The place where you are now is crucial. Never try to avoid that which you must do.
The savages are upon me and I feel my flesh burn beneath the teeth of their indifference.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
No one is above the law, and no one is beneath the law.
Every time I scratch apathy, I find powerlessness beneath it. Humans care, they just don't know what to do about it.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain? Who is there in the rain’s million-needled blurring splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?