Best 33 quotes of Scott Hastie on MyQuotes

And so we smile on, Feeding the truths we share With a union of our souls, Cathedral slaves of our passion Which builds beauty amongst chaos.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

When in love or inspired, An eternal kiss from the divine Awaits us all.

A hallowed frequency within That, even in your darkest hour, You can always turn to.

Already I ache for all the lives I will never be a part of.

A stream of primal voices Whispering in the breeze of your heart To urge you on.

Be as audacious As you wish. By all means look to the heavens.

Birth our night into day And bathe it clean, So that beloved things can glow Together in a litter of light.

Disparate energies come together That have never been aligned before. And so bound, Is the world illuminated, Changed forever in an instant…

Every new day Our children's joy is as fresh as roses, Even the birds chatter at dawn.

For every moment of suffering, Others will arrive That will instead pierce you with joy.

Here, illuminated at last, Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty; Sweet moments of passion and healing, Of sensual release.

How stubborn life is, It clings like silver in our souls.

I am just like you, Destined to play my part. And leave, In the nature of my departure at least, Some kind of sweet message behind In the fathomless pattern I make.

I knew such a woman once, She gave me everything. Her love like a soft riot singing, She knew how to shine.

In this life at least, Our fate is rarely epic. Maybe just as well, Impervious heroes we are not…

Mislaid flame of tender emotions Rekindled. Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Once spun, The silken thread of all our aspirations Remains intact, It can never be broken.

Open the doors of your heart and they will come… And for every cruel arrow, Sweet caresses of delirium also To nourish your soul.

Sacred space in which To distil, like amber, The best of your love.

Soothing the exhaustion In my soul, So I can fall back skyward, Safe in your arms, And survive to dream again.

Such is true joy’s absolute certainty, Its slow lit fuse that burns holes In the shabby shroud of death forever.

The gilded spiral Of longings within. Our very own cathedral That points persistently to heaven.

There can be no law of nature, no science, No aberrant infliction of human will That unchained the soul cannot conquer, Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

The sacred bequest Of times long spent with your heart That saturate and illuminate you now So piercingly…

The sea, the sea… Man alone, Passive, unaware In his elemental sadness.

The smiles of ancient souls That bless this, Our space to live and learn And urge us on to shine again…

To have been where you have been And to still have joy, Dazzling in your heart, Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.

We too can repair our cracks with gold And glow again. Crazed by life, More beautiful than ever before.

Where once there was a void, Now at least there are Seeds of splendour, Becalmed belief for another time.