Even coal shimmers in the light
The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.
When you've only got one little shimmer of sunshine, you capture it best you can.
The dreams of human beings are dark, heavy and morbid and simplistic and boring. The dreams of immortality are endless and shining, they shimmer, they glow.
Sanity and clarity are more important for me and I'm willing to give up a lot of shimmer for it. I'm willing to have more boring friends, who are sane.
I always like to start with a matte base then add shimmer.
You're born to shimmer, you're born to shine, you're born to radiate
Loners, if you catch them, are well worth the trouble. Not dulled by excess human contact, nor blasé or focused on your crotch while jabbering about themselves, loners are curious, vigilant, full of surprises. They do not cling. Separate wherever they go, awake or asleep, they shimmer with the iridescence of hidden things seldom seen.
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.
When I near the end of a book, it feels as if the entire universe meets me more than halfway and supports me. The whole world seems to shimmer when I find the words. My mind quiets.
Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.
I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.
I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling, puttering. I love the times when someone or something is late-there's that rich possibility of noticing more, in the meantimePoetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.
