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flower butterfly sky
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers. Trina
flower long stories
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. William Wordsworth
flower dancing fluttering
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. William Wordsworth
flower air wreaths
'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes! William Wordsworth
flower smell shy
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. William Wordsworth
flower humility exercise
I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so is Christ's absence of special use, and that it hath some nourishing virtue in it, and giveth sap to humility, and putteth an edge on hunger, and funisheth a fairfield to faith to put forth itself, and to exercise its fingers in gripping it seeth not what. Samuel Rutherford
flower joy branches
The bloom fell off my branches and joy did cast off its flower Samuel Rutherford
flower garden flowers-growing
But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing. Vincent Van Gogh
flower paved-roads grows
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it. Vincent Van Gogh
winter grace grows
Grace grows best in winter. Samuel Rutherford
winter white swans
Swans in the winter air A white perfection have W. H. Auden
winter thinking rocks
I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below. Robert Fitzgerald
winter thinking green
No one thinks of winter when the grass is green. Rudyard Kipling
winter thinking names
Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words. Mine was Baba. His was Amir. My name. Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975 —and all that followed— was already laid in those first words. Khaled Hosseini
winter giving shining
The counsels of the old, like the winter sun, shine, but give no heat. Luc de Clapiers
winter weather california
California is lucky, the East Coast is lucky because we get great seafood and a lot of produce from Florida, locally in good weather, but in the winter we have to buy it. Eric Ripert
winter light miracle
What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite? John Greenleaf Whittier
winter fire snow
In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire. Katherine Mansfield
rose run second time
He rose to the occasion. It's the second time he's run it. Tom Williams
rose use protect
You have to protect her. The more she uses it, the worse it'll get. Stop her, Rose. Stop her before they notice, before they notice and take her away too. Get her out of here." [...] "Don't let her use the power!. . .Save her. Save her from herself! Richelle Mead
rose vampire roza
You see something you like? Richelle Mead
rose political construction
He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation of cultural and biological constructions circulating around the mutually attracting binary poles of nature/artifice. Zadie Smith
rose bud fit
And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows... Rudyard Kipling
rose fairy sometimes
Fairy roses, fairy rings, turn out sometimes troublesome things. William Makepeace Thackeray
rose
He wrestled great. He rose to the occasion. Khris Whelan
rose may eternity
He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it. Jorge Luis Borges
rose fists trapped
A rose trapped inside a fist. Henry Rollins