Pure Barre Quotes

  Bear with me then, if lawful what I ask;   Love not the heav'nly Spirits, and how thir Love   Express they, by looks onely, or do they mix   Irradiance, virtual or immediate touch?     To whom the Angel with a smile that glow'd   Celestial rosie red, Loves proper hue,   Answer'd. Let it suffice thee that thou know'st   Us happie, and without Love no happiness.   Whatever pure thou in the body enjoy'st   (And pure thou wert created) we enjoy   In eminence, and obstacle find none   Of membrane, joynt, or limb, exclusive barrs:   Easier then Air with Air, if Spirits embrace,   Total they mix, Union of Pure with Pure   Desiring; nor restrain'd conveyance need   As Flesh to mix with Flesh, or Soul with Soul.   But I can now no more; the parting Sun   Beyond the Earths green Cape and verdant Isles   HESPEREAN sets, my Signal to depart.

Sally was demonstrating trout mousse rolled inside salmon fillets and napped- such a nice word- with hollandaise sauce. She made the hollandaise on her hot plate and handed it to me to keep warm on our back-table hot plate. When I took the pan from her, smiling for the audience, I could see that it had curdled; little bits of hard yolk were visible up close. I wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. I certainly didn't want to point it out to her, but I knew she wouldn't want to use it as it was. So I made another one. I melted butter on my hot plate and crouched under the skirted table with the butter, egg yolks, lemon juice, and the blender. I waited for Sally to turn on the food processor to puree the trout, and then, knowing the processor would drown me out, I turned on the blender and whirred yolks, butter, and lemon juice into a perfect hollandaise and put it in a pan identical to the one Sally had handed to me. I saved hers just in case she was planning to discuss curdling, but when I handed her the newly made one, she just gave me that schoolgirl grin and said, "Nice work" and went back to the demonstration.

But it's this one boy, hanging over a barre, sharing his history, who ended up here with me, in this moment, by pure fate. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

If the experience of beauty was purely of personal significance, why would we desire to share it with others? Could it be that we treat it the way the scientist treats a new finding? That we want a sort of peer review of our assessment? The scientist wants to prove that his experiment was valid and true. Could it be that I wanted the same sort of support when I would play a recording for a fellow student in my dorm room? Was I looking for corroboration? Perhaps we want to know that our discoveries and delights are indeed worthy of being called beautiful. But if that is the case, there must be some sort of standard outside myself we all can relate to.

and that sinners need mercy (Matt. 9:9–13; 11:19; Luke 7:39; 19:7). The rules that are intended to make us pure are essentially designed to try to keep us apart from sinful people, and to keep our children apart from sinful children or children from sinful homes. We teach our children to be undefiled and separate rather than to show mercy—then, when they grow up, we wonder why they find evangelism to be so difficult.

The rules that are intended to make us pure are essentially designed to try to keep us apart from sinful people, and to keep our children apart from sinful children or children from sinful homes. We teach our children to be undefiled and separate rather than to show mercy—then, when they grow up, we wonder why they find evangelism to be so difficult.

The way I feel when you look at me is divine purpose. I don’t think a species could have created this feeling that I have for you, not even in millions of years. I think it’s too good and too pure, and sometimes, I don’t feel worthy of such a gift and yet, it’s mine.