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men
Charles Dickens Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day.
men brotherhood common
Charles Dickens The more man knows of man, the better for the common brotherhood among men.
men fellow-man spirit
Charles Dickens It is required of every man," the ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and, if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death.
men laughing people
Charles Dickens When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.
men judging world
Charles Dickens Most men unconsciously judge the world from themselves, and it will be very generally found that those who sneer habitually at human nature, and affect to despise it, are among its worst and least pleasant samples.
men talking two
Charles Caleb Colton When we are in the company of sensible men, we ought to be doubly cautious of talking too much, lest we lose two good things, their good opinion and our own improvement; for what we have to say we know, but what they have to say we know not.
men years two
Charles Caleb Colton No man can promise himself even fifty years of life, but any man may, if he please, live in the proportion of fifty years in forty-let him rise early, that he may have the day before him, and let him make the most of the day, by determining to expend it on two sorts of acquaintance only-those by whom something may be got, and those from whom something maybe learned.
men two rogues
Charles Caleb Colton There are two modes of establishing our reputation; to be praised by honest men, and to be abused by rogues.
smell confusing library
Alan Bennett Cloisters, ancient libraries ... I was confusing learning with the smell of cold stone.
smell paper energy
Chris Colfer I love bookstores. I love the energy in a bookstore and the smell of the paper.
smell sight joy
Edward Gibbon The Gauls derided the hairy and gigantic savages of the North; their rustic manners, dissonant joy, voracious appetite, and their horrid appearance, equally disgusting to the sight and to the smell.
smell i-can knows
Deborah Harkness I know,I can smell it, too,
smell afternoon hot
Billy Wilder It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?
smell noses ifs
Billy Wilder If something smells bad, why put your nose in it?
smell color sound
Bill Walton I could smell colors, I could feel sounds.
smell play funky
Buddy Guy I'm gonna play something so funky you can smell it
smell should enjoy
Cary Grant We should all just smell well and enjoy ourselves more.
rose meditation way
Chogyam Trungpa meditation is a way of developing clarity, which allows us to see the precision of daily life situations as well as our thought process so that we can relate with both of them fully and completely.
rosebuds silk
Audrey Hepburn Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it?
roses save soft spirit
Lord Byron Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, / And all, save the spirit of man, is divine.
rose black one-day
C. S. Lewis Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.
rose doe thorns
Charles Francis Richter The rose does not bloom without thorns. True, but would that the thorns did not outlive the rose.
rose elements flight
Camille Paglia Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.
rose waiting missing
Dieter F. Uchtdorf If we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us.
rose touching tears
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.
rose corn ghost
Edna St. Vincent Millay When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most