submission [Theme] Page 1
It was the absurd obedience of the crowd that made and still makes possible the existence of wars ...
Obedience is quickly rewarded.
Submission is not always what it seems.
Stubbornness comes at a price. And obedience can be rewarded.
What is more disgusting in man than obedience in need and arrogance in wealth?
Mountains are eternity, frozen in form,
A life turned into silence,
The power of the Earth and its obedience,
Solid knowledge: I can.
A life turned into silence,
The power of the Earth and its obedience,
Solid knowledge: I can.
For his honor, as for his own.
Submit to fate - admit your weakness!
... that saint does not mean defenseless, and devout does not mean submissive.
They boil with a violent hurricane.
Everywhere reigned death, despair, and fear. People no longer fought for their lives. They were just waiting for the decision of a higher power who will live and who will die. This sheep obedience, stultifying consciousness, was no less terrible than the disease itself.
His first feeling was joy at the sight of each other; the second is the regret (worthy man!), what prevented him from books; the third is submission to circumstances, and willingness to be a hospitable host.
Even said, she doesn't want this marriage.
- And why would she want to? She never saw Lancelot. I don't need her desire, we just need humility.
- And why would she want to? She never saw Lancelot. I don't need her desire, we just need humility.
She didn't like summer,
melted by the sun the air
flowing on asphalt in the nerves and wires.
It was filled with light seasonal transitions
and thunder thick contralto voice gave color to the dreams.
She liked to Wake up from the echoing touches
to the incline of roofs, cornices silver sonorous strings -
the scope for improvisation, the richness of sentiment,
obedience to her whims...
She will not betray the fire
sleepless nights are cool, lilac Blues of dawn,
intermittent whisper of bliss remaining on the lips.
Scattered stars in the Pleiades weave until morning sonnets...
Performed by Muse reggae she'll revive in verse.
melted by the sun the air
flowing on asphalt in the nerves and wires.
It was filled with light seasonal transitions
and thunder thick contralto voice gave color to the dreams.
She liked to Wake up from the echoing touches
to the incline of roofs, cornices silver sonorous strings -
the scope for improvisation, the richness of sentiment,
obedience to her whims...
She will not betray the fire
sleepless nights are cool, lilac Blues of dawn,
intermittent whisper of bliss remaining on the lips.
Scattered stars in the Pleiades weave until morning sonnets...
Performed by Muse reggae she'll revive in verse.
Not in Dorne any stallion, which I would not be able to ride, or men...
