The Best Milk And Honey Quotes About Self Love & Heartbreak

Stay strong through your pain
grow flowers from it
you have helped me
grow flowers out of mine so
bloom beautifully
dangerously
loudly
bloom softly
however you need
just bloom.

In a world of smoke and ashes, you are milk and honey

When we are going to enter the water … in the presence of the congregation and under the hand of the president, we solemnly profess that we disown the devil, his pomp, and his angels. After this we are immersed three times, making a somewhat larger pledge than the Lord appointed in the Gospel. Then we are taken up [a reference to the Roman tradition of recognizing a newborn baby as a member of the family]. We first taste a mixture of milk and honey and from that day we refrain from the daily bath for a whole week.

You tell me to quiet down cause my opinions make me less beautiful but I was not made with a fire in my belly so I could be put out I was not made with a lightness on my tongue so I could be easy to swallow I was made heavy half blade and half silk difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow.

If you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise.

May this marriage be blessed.May this marriage be as sweet as milk and honey.May this marriage be as intoxicating as old wine.May this marriage be fruitful like a date tree.May this marriage be full of laughter and everyday a paradise.May this marriage be a seal of compassion for here and hereafter.May this marriage be as welcome as the full moon in the night sky.Listen lovers, now you go on, as I become silent and kiss this blessed night.

Our backs tell stories
no books have the spine to carry.

You risked your life, but what else have you ever risked? Have you risked disapproval? Have you ever risked economic security? Have you ever risked a belief? I see nothing particularly courageous about risking one’s life. So you lose it, you go to your hero’s heaven and everything is milk and honey ’til the end of time. Right? You get your reward and suffer no earthly consequences. That’s not courage. Real courage is risking something that might force you to rethink your thoughts and suffer change and stretch consciousness. Real courage is risking one’s clichés.

I am water

soft enough
to offer life
tough enough
to drown it away.

Fall
in love
with your solitude.

My heart woke me crying last night
how can I help I begged
my heart said
write the book.

I do not want to have you
to fill the empty parts of me
i want to be full on my own

i want to fill so complete
i could light a whole city
and then
i want to have you
cause the two of
us combined
could set
it on fire.

Lotus-land as it appears in ‘Free Will’ is simply a metaphor for an idealized background, a ‘land of milk and honey.’ It is sometimes also used as a pejorative name for Los Angeles, though that was not in my mind when I wrote it.

Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers!
You are milk and honey and love and death and dance.
From a spring in hidden grottoes, seeping from mossy rocks,
Where a goddess pours live water from a pitcher,
At clear streams in the meadow, where rills murmur underground,
Your race and my race begin, and amazement, and quick passage.

I am hopelessly
a lover and
a dreamer and
that will be the
death of me.

blackmail. The age-old path to the land of milk and honey. The one sure way of being paid for doing nothing.

If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, a land flowing with milk and honey, where every Jack obtained his Jill at once and without any difficulty, men would either die of boredom or hang themselves; or there would be wars, massacres, and murders; so that in the end mankind would inflict more suffering on itself than it has now to accept at the hands of Nature.

When I was living in Los Angeles, I always booked a moisturizing milk-and-honey massage the day before flying to Spain. It was heaven – I never got dry plane skin or felt stiff from sitting in one position.

There is no food more satiating than milk and honey; and just as such foods produce disgust for the palate, so perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.

The kindest words my father said to me
women like you drown oceans.

I wish to see the sons and daughters of the world in Peace and busily employed in the more agreeable amusement of fulfilling the first and great commandment, Increase and Multiply : as an encouragement to which we have opened the fertile plains of the Ohio to the poor, the needy and the oppressed of the Earth; any one therefore who is heavy laden, or who wants land to cultivate, may repair thither and abound, as in the Land of promise, with milk and honey: the ways are preparing, and the roads will be made easy, thro’ the channels of Potomac and James river.

Your art
is not about how many people
like your work
your art
is about
if your heart likes your work
if your soul likes your work
it’s about how honest
you are with yourself
and you
must never
trade honesty
for relatability.

When you are broken
and he has left you
do not question
whether you were
enough
the problem was
you were so enough
he was not able to carry it.

The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.

Any land will flow with milk and honey if it is worked with honest hands!

The trebling of the population in this small and impoverished country, flowing with milk and honey but not with sufficient water, rich in rocks and sand dunes but poor in natural resources and vital raw materials, has been no easy task: Indeed, practical men, with their eyes fixed upon things as they are, regarded it as an empty and insubstantial utopian dream.

You cannot leave
and have me too
i cannot exist in
two places at once

-when you ask if we can still be friends.

Instead of passing blithely over into that Promised Land, flowing almost literally with milk and honey, it may be our destiny to wander a full 40 years or more in the wilderness of doubt and divided sentiments.

Every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you.

I want to apologize to all the women I have called beautiful
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry I made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is all you have to be proud of
when you have broken mountains with your wit
from now on I will say things like
you are resilient, or you are extraordinary
not because I don’t think you’re beautiful
but because I need you to know
you are more than that.

Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.

Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.

I didn’t leave because
i stopped loving you,
i left because the longer
i stayed the less I loved myself.

I said, ‘Oh, I know. If the white folks is in Heaven too, then the black angels were in the kitchen, preparing the milk and honey.’

Even when I went to America I didn’t work for four years. It wasn’t like I came to New York and it was the land of milk and honey. It was just as much of a hard graft. But there’s a lot more opportunity nowadays across the board for actors, no matter what color you are, with the Internet and small productions.

You look at me and cry
everything hurts

i hold you and whisper
but everything can heal.

What I miss most is how you loved me. But what I didn’t know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person I was. It was a reflection of everything I gave you. Coming back to me. How did I not see that. How. Did I sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. When it was I that taught you. When it was I that showed you how to fill. The way I needed to be filled. How cruel I was to myself. Giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. Thinking it was you who gave me strength. Wit. Beauty. Simply because you recognized it. As if I was already not these things before I met you. As if I did not remain all these things after you left.

Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.

He placed his hands
on my mind
before reaching
for my waist
my hips
or my lips
he didn’t call me
beautiful first
he called me
exquisite

– how he touches me.

Do not look for healing
at the feet of those
who broke you.

Apparently it is ungraceful of me
to mention my period in public
cause the actual biology
of my body is too real

it is okay to sell what’s
between a woman’s legs
more than it is okay to
mention its inner workings

the recreational use of
this body is seen as
beautiful while
its nature is
seen as ugly.

O happy, golden age!
Not for that rivers ran
With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees

I don’t know what living a balanced life feels like
when I am sad
i don’t cry I pour
when I am happy
i don’t smile I glow
when I am angry
i don’t yell I burn
the good thing about
feeling in extremes
is when I love
i give them wings
but perhaps
that isn’t
such a good thing
cause they always
tend to leave and
you should see me
when my heart is broken
i don’t grieve.

You might not have been my first love
but you were the love that made
all other loves seem
irrelevant.

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

Most importantly love
like it’s the only thing you know how
at the end of the day all this
means nothing
this page
where you’re sitting
your degree
your job
the money
nothing even matters
except love and human connection
who you loved
and how deeply you loved them
how you touched the people around you
and how much you gave them.

Jerusalem the Golden,
With milk and honey blest,
eneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed.

The very thought of you
has my legs spread apart
like an easel with a canvas
begging for art.

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

For you to see beauty here
does not mean
there is beauty in me
it means there is beauty rooted
so deep within you
you can’t help but
see it everywhere.

The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.

I am a museum full of art
but you had your eyes shut.

What terrifies me most is how we
foam at the mouth with envy
when others succeed
but sigh in relief
when they are failing

our struggle to
celebrate each other is
what’s proven most difficult
in being human.

Love will come
and when love comes
love will hold you
love will call your name
and you will melt
sometimes though
love will hurt you but
love will never mean to
love will play no games
cause love knows life
has been hard enough already.

How you love yourself is
how you teach others
to love you.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it
– there is nothing purer than that.

The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.

If others hurl their darts against you, offer them milk and honey in return; if they poison your lives, sweeten their souls.

What is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives.

People go but how they left always stays.

I have what I have and I am happy i’ve lost what i’ve lost and I am still happy – outlook.