汇总《飞鸟集》文案金句是文案的灵魂赋予生命
Though you have eyes, you still can see the beauty of the world.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows, or remembers.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer - by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night—it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
He has made his weapons his gods. When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
The waterfall sings, “I find my song when I find my freedom.”
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
Make me thy cup, that I may hold thy wine to the brim for thee and for thine.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
Night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, “I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.”
Little grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth beneath you.
God finds himself by creating.
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a - tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
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