Quotes About Balm

Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw.

I carry about eight lip balms: Burt's Bees, Rosebud Salve, Eos.

Away There is no sorrow Time heals never; No loss, betrayal, Beyond repair. Balm for the soul, then, Though grave shall sever Lover from loved And all they share. See the sweet sun shines The shower is over; Flowers preen their beauty, The day how fair! Brood not too closely On love, on duty; Friends long forgotten May wait you where Life with death Brings all to an issue; None will long mourn for you, Pray for you, miss you, Your place left vacant, You not there.

I love how music and chants were used in the Civil Rights movement to help people keep marching. How songs were both a balm and a call to action.

I talked about places, about the ways that we often talk about love of place, by which we mean our love for places, but seldom of how the places love us back, of what they give us. They give us continuity, something to return to, and offer a familiarity that allows some portion of our own lives to remain connected and coherent. They give us an expansive scale in which our troubles are set into context, in which the largeness of the world is a balm to loss, trouble, and ugliness.

Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.

My music has to do with beauty, and it's intended to, if not lift the spirits, then be a kind of a balm to the spirits.

How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound.

Doctrine is to be the balm of a healing experience of God, not a theological scalpel to wound and exclude people.

Friendship is the finest balm for the pangs of despised love.

A healer! The beauty of the word a balm. In a mounting astonishment she hears how this man heals with his own blood, pricks his own finger, rubs the blood onto the scab, smears it all over the patient

If I have a pocket, then I'll have lip balm, my keys, and $10 cash.

A sharp reproof sometimes is a precious pearl, and a sweet balm. The wounds of secure sinners will not be healed with sweet words.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Grace and Mercy hoverThe blood of Jesus coversThe gift of salvationIs your restorationAnd a balm for your condemnation

The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey.

But when we experience pain or trauma, we're acutely aware that something is wrong. You want answers. "What is this? How do I get rid of this? Why is this happening to me? I don't want this." That's why so much art, and music, in particular, becomes a great commiserating balm for pain. Joy doesn't need to be audited. We're just grateful to have had it at all. But pain, goddammit, we demand to know Who's responsible for this?

Religion is the great balm of existence because it takes us outside ourselves, connects us to something larger

A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm.

Youth is Gilead, in which is balm for every wound.

It's part of the calling to at least do a few songs in the show that give people some hope. There's so much hurt in this world and... music is such a great healing balm and a great way to forget your troubles.

Forgetting is the precious balm that helps us to travel on, past the depredations of memory.

Sweet words. Gentle deceptive balm. Help, love, to belong together, to come back again— words, sweet words. Nothing but words. How many words existed for this simple, wild, cruel attraction of two bodies! What a rainbow of imagination, lies, sentiment, and self-deception enclosed it!

Humor has been the balm of my life, but it's been reserved for those close to me, not part of the public Lana.