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life distance journey
Charles Caleb Colton Evils in the journey of life are like the hills which alarm travelers upon their road; they both appear great at a distance, but when we approach them we find that they are far less insurmountable than we had conceived.
life flower heart
Charles Dickens While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.
life children memories
Charles Dickens There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it.
life success men
Charles Dickens Anything for the quick life, as the man said when he took the situation at the lighthouse.
life cells ivy
Charles Dickens Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green.
life interesting watches
Charles Dickens Buy an annuity cheap, and make your life interesting to yourself and everybody else that watches the speculation.
life summer passion
Charles Dickens Love is not a feeling to pass away Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day....... Love is not a passion of earthly mould As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold
life life-is grind
Charles Dickens My life is one demd horrid grind.
country nature memories
Charles Dickens The memories which peaceful country scenes call up, are not of this world, nor of its thoughts and hopes. Their gentle influence may teach us how to weave fresh garlands for the graves of those we loved: may purify our thoughts, and bear down before it old enmity and hatred; but beneath all this, there lingers, in the least reflective mind, a vague and half-formed consciousness of having held such feelings long before, in some remote and distant time, which calls up solemn thoughts of distant times to come, and bends down pride and worldliness beneath it.
country nature lying
Charles Dickens All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.
country rain fall
Charles Dickens To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling rain, and crouch for warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things - but not so dismal as the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by thousands; a houseless rejected creature.
country love-you home
Charles Dickens In love of home, the love of country has its rise.
country men
Charles Stewart Parnell No man has the right to say to his country
country men march
Charles Stewart Parnell No man has a right to fix the boundary of the march of a nation; no man has a right to say to his country - thus far shalt thou go and no further.
country men space
Charles Sturt Yet, upon the whole, the space I traversed is unlikely to become the haunt of civilized man, or will only become so in isolated spots, as a chain of connection to a more fertile country; if such a country exist to the westward.
country children hate
Alan Paton There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.
country sex snacks
Alan Moore In countries like the U.S. and Great Britain, we exist in a wholly sexualized culture, where everything from cars to snack food are sold with a healthy slathering of sex to make them more commercially appealing.
butterfly kissing arms
Edith Wharton She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.
butterfly touching paper
Denise Levertov Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies....
butterfly england stills
Alan Shearer I still get butterflies when England are playing.
butterfly bird together
Charles Baudelaire I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry will be born of our intimate union. A god we shall create together, and we shall soar heavenward like sunbeams, perfumes, butterflies, birds, and all winged things.
butterfly childhood way
Catherynne M. Valente Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.
butterfly age cocoons
Caspar David Friedrich I am not so weak as to submit to the demands of the age when they go against my convictions. I spin a cocoon around myself; let others do the same. I shall leave it to time to show what will come of it: a brilliant butterfly or maggot.
butterfly poor-richard gaudy
Benjamin Franklin What is a butterfly? At best He's but a caterpiller drest. The gaudy Fop's his picture just.
butterfly wings white
Carl Sandburg Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.
butterfly gay glowing
Charles Darwin Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.