turbulence

Hope kept us alive in the midst of the turbulence.

The two events were probably unrelated, but both jolted Dave the way a sudden air pocket reminds nervous passengers that they__e soaring above the clouds in a pressurized metal tube.

Inner turbulence leads to anger.

If you want to heal a broken heart,Be smart! That's all an ancient art.Start by loving the very small partsThat were left there shattered apart.

So the earth is shaking Here the word's faking As there's no time for lies. Kiss and dance all nights! In no need of balanceNothing makes sense Get it loose with no excuse. Shake and dance!

In the midst of the turbulence, we hang onto hope.

Hope can keep you alive in the midst of the turbulence.

A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.

When a turbulent mind and wounded heart surrenders to grace, breathing is easy.

Emotions have their own movement. They move like waves: huge tsunami waves, choppy rapids, or long slow tides. The best way I know to work with emotion, especially strong and difficult emotion is to let it move like a wave, allow it to complete its movement and, eventually, to leave. If the movement gets held back, if it gets trapped and stagnates, or an inner turbulence stirs, the unexpressed emotion and grief can turn into physical illness, fatigue, depression, anxiety, or other displaced emotion.

When you come out of the storm, you won__ be the same person who walked in. That__ what this storm__ all about.

There were formerly horizons within which people lived and thought and mythologized. There are now no more horizons. And with the dissolution of horizons we have experienced and are experiencing collisions, terrific collisions, not only of peoples but also of their mythologies. It is as when dividing panels are withdrawn from between chambers of very hot and very cold airs: there is a rush of these forces together. And so we are right now in an extremely perilous age of thunder, lightning, and hurricanes all around. I think it is improper to become hysterical about it, projecting hatred and blame. It is an inevitable, altogether natural thing that when energies that have never met before come into collision__ach bearing its own pride__here should be turbulence. That is just what we are experiencing; and we are riding it: riding it to a new age, a new birth, a totally new condition of mankind__o which no one anywhere alive today can say that he has the key, the answer, the prophecy, to its dawn. Nor is there anyone to condemn here (__udge not, that you may not be judged!_). What is occurring is completely natural, as are its pains, confusions, and mistakes.

There is bound to be turbulence in the clouds of confusion before one can view the friendly skies, and an illuminated landing strip.

With inner peace, you are undisturbed by outside turbulence.

You know, he said, our work is difficult: we confrontmuch sorrow and disappointment.He gazed at me with increasing frankness.I was like you once, he added, in love with turbulence.

I pretend to reach for them, but before he can guess my intentions, I catch one of his wings instead. He flutters, trying to break loose, his one free wing batting my hand.I draw out the decanter and stuff him into it, careful to fold his wings. I don__ want to hurt him. I just want to better him.Once he__ settled inside, I shove a paper towel into the bottle__ neck. No need to worry that he__l smother. After all, he spent that night in a bug trap last year and sur

It's a privilege to love someone, to truly love them; and while it's paradisaical if she or he loves you back, it's unfair to demand or expect reciprocity. We should consider ourselves luck, honored, blessed that we possess the capacity to feel tenderness of such magnitude and be grateful even when that love is not returned. Love is the only game in which we win even when we lose.