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“A further sign of health is that we don't become undone by fear and trembling, but we take it as a message that it's time to stop struggling and look directly at what's threatening us.”
― Pema Chodron

“Don't let the rain drive you to the wrong shelter; the shade can turn out to be your protector and also your destroyer, and sometimes the rain is the perfect protector from the rain.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass –but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“People unable to bear the martyrdom [...] unintelligently jump off the path, and choose instead, conveniently enough, the world’s admiration of their proficiency. The true knight of faith is a witness, never a teacher, and in this lies the deep humanity in him which is more worth than this foolish concern for othersâ€� weal and woe which is honoured under the name of sympathy, but which is really nothing but vanity.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling

“Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Love is trembling happiness.”
― Kahil Gibran

“I didn't know the real reason that she was crying. I was just carried away by the feeling of her in my arms, trembling and warm.”
― Kaori Ozaki, The Gods Lie

“At the very thought he felt a tendency to tremble.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

“And it showed on her, the uncertainty with which she reached out to touch him, the uncertainty of someone who doesn’t know how a simple reaching out will be received.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Lucien whipped his head to the right, listening, his eye whirring softly. The hair on my neck stood, and I had my bow drawn in a heartbeat, pointing in the direction Lucien stared.

'Put your bow down,' he whispered, his voice low and rough. 'Put your damned bow down, human, and look straight ahead.'

I did as he said, the hair on my arms rising as something rustled in the brush.

'Don't react,' Lucien said, forcing his gaze ahead, too, the metal eye going still and silent. 'No matter what you feel or see, don't react. Don't look. Just stare ahead.'

I started trembling, gripping the reins in my sweaty hands. I might have wondered if this was some kind of horrible joke, but Lucien's face had gone so very, very pale. Our horses' ears flattened against their heads, but they continued walking, as if they'd also understood Lucien's command.

And then I felt it.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“She had become so afraid. So meek and trembling. It was unacceptable. Unacceptable that she had let herself balk and cower and curl inward.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“World Peace

There’s a place in all hearts
where sunshine meets the day
hatred isn’t part of you
but you follow anyway.

Lay down your arms
hug your fellow man
God has said “we’re brothers�
in your heart you understand.

Trembling hearts of anger
crushes your very soul
part of you wants to walk away
you just don’t want no more.

World Peace waits for us all
like the thousand star above
open arms, and a breath away
so much easier to Love.”
― Ron Baratono

“World Peace

There’s a place in all hearts
where sunshine meets the day
hatred isn’t part of you
but you follow anyway.

Lay down your arms
hug your fellow man
God has said “we’re brothers�
in your heart you understand.

Trembling hearts of anger
crushes your very soul
part of you wants to walk away
you just don’t want no more.

World Peace waits for all of us
like the thousand stars above
open arms, and a breath away
so much easier to Love.”
― Ron Baratono

“And just as he was describing the event, his body began to slightly tremble again - a visceral reaction to the memory of his mother. The trauma of her leaving had seeped into his cells.”
― Juliette Rose Kerr, To Fill a Jar With Water