Quotes by Donald Blum

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The author is me, I've been writing for myself and for others over a period of twenty five years.. Succint phrases such as those found in the "Quotations Book" have been my morning resonance... Thank you, Don H Blum

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We are on the other end of our own leash

Time is all around in shrouds of endless goals, fast for happy hearts and slow for tortured souls
If ones' word or promise need be reminded, then they are neither..
You are the only one thinking in your mind..
As a rule, ones' apprehension causes more trauma than the event..
We are born anew within every strangers' eye
If it were not for conflict, we would have no need for dreams
Genuis flows through the most improbable portals
Beyond the limits of our ephemeral vision lies the key to our eternal gifts
Many struggle to maintain their identity lest they disapoint others
As children mature into young adults they slowly realize that the Gods of their youth were merely well intentioned but flawed people.
The intelligence of fear rationalizes cowardice and deceit..
THE ONE THAT BURNS THEIR BRIDGE OF LOVE REFLECTS THE ANGER OF THEIR FRIGHTENED SOUL....
We sense and see what we believe to be..
Ones' ego only fools its' architect
One of the tragedies of life is the demise a loved one, the other is the loss of respect for a friend.
The rewards which one accrues for maintaining their facade are neuroses..
Children are closer to the blessings of love and creation than those who evolve through the labyrinth of age....
Given an infinite number of monkeys pecking upon an infinite number of typewriters, they would instantly create the accepted function of the human ego...
Verbosity is a necessity to those who have a problem translating what they think.....
A vast and private consciousness is on the other side of ones' face....
Sadness is diminished by the illusion of happiness but the lessons are found in hope..
The totality of the Universe is within ones' mind..many go out of their minds seeking themselves...
The intelligence of the human cell works over time to heal the body in spite of its' host..
As the rose woos the bee, so do I flow to thee..
What if the speed of light was not the same for everyone?
The world is inhabited by the safety of the collective hunch.. those that question their existence and wonder at the masses' equanimity, need to break the barrier of the murmuring morality and become onto themselves... sacred selfishness is sound!
Charismatic rhetoric is like the effects of a Coxwain upon the rowing team before they plummet over the falls...
Levity is a rarity in this mortal deity
One's character is revealed by their omissions of trust rather than self serving deeds.
Self absorption and empathy for others are mutually exclusive
Men dutifully furrow the ruts of their past..
There are some words that float on the mist of love, there are others which the speaker needs to hear..
Allow our eyes to peer so free,'ere others craft that which we see
Sleep is the reality of the body, consciousness is the trick of the mind...
Tis better to emerge from anothers' soul than to just pop into their life....
Soul intimacy must come first, the rest is just icing on the cake..
Prayer, like love, never recedes to an appropriate time...
One's illusion of their pious character is eternally destroyed by their wanton attack upon another...
The rude merely project the mirror of their soul..
There are those that would rather collect mirrors than to celebrate another's soul...
We are born into this world ignorant of the strings until we make our own, then we become surprised when they tangle...
Within our source begins the divergence of form and thought, but to those that know we were one before we begun
Music is an archetypical rhythm resonating between two, then words evolved and the confusion began...
Time only goes by if you are not in the front seat enjoying the ride...
Minds were created before the architecture of vanity and money...
Wouldn't it be nice to be thanked for being alive?....
Language and art is a translation of what you think....
Hate and anger is fear born without spirtual intervention....
Every day past your birthday is an amendment for continued blessings...
The flashlights' handle does not know of its' beam
Everyone is the center of their Universe, some with telescopes, some without...and some only with mirrors...
Art is a language condensed through a brush....
Those in this world are merely congregations of 'us' from different starting points..
Tis nice to be seen, not from the portrait drawn, but from the canvas upon...
Children are closer to the memory of creation than those who evolve through the labyrinth of time...
All of our senses are survival mechanisms, but 'tis the space between our thoughts that rarely reveals its' light through the static....
Realize and visualize that every person was once a baby.. the swarm of adults have forgotten their moment.. but others can remind with compassion....
When art ignites the spiritual, language bows quietly, for 'truths' shall not lose the path...
Ejected from paradise, the newborn screams betrayal for the rest of its' life..