The songs I had are withered Or vanished clean. Yet there are bright tracks Where I have been. — Ivor Gurney Copy Share Image
The mind becomes withered, stagnant, narrow and closed unless it searches for new ideas. — Napoleon Hill Copy Share Image
Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow on another like the withered leaves of Autumn. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride. — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Conjugal love, or the friendship of spouses, persists after sexual desires have weakened, withered, and disappeared. — Mortimer Adler Copy Share Image
You never make fun of anybody with a club foot or a withered arm, but it's open season on anybody who stutters. — Joe Biden Copy Share Image
It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Oh the thumb-sucker's thumb May look wrinkled and wet And withered, and white as the snow, But the taste of a thumb… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
There never yet has been a great system sustained by force under which all the best faculties of men have not slowly… — Auberon Herbert Copy Share Image
Man makes very much such a nest for his domestic animals, of withered grass and fodder, as the squirrels and many other… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill… — Ernst Toller Copy Share Image
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower I will pitch my tent in your shadow. Only your presence… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
For if you change from inhumanity to alms giving, you have stretched fourth the hand that was withered. If you withdraw from… — Saint John Chrysostom Copy Share Image
When the ground was partially bare of snow, and a few warm days had dried its surface somewhat, it was pleasant to… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I want girls to feel that they can be sassy and full and weird and geeky and smart and independent, and not… — Amy Poehler Copy Share Image
The dominant problem of pictorial art since the nineteen-fifties is photography, and, by extension, film and video. The basilisk eye of the… — Peter Schjeldahl Copy Share Image
The death of a man's wife is like cutting down an ancient oak that has long shaded the family mansion. Henceforth the… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
Deep within yourself, listen to your conscience which calls you to be pure...a home is not warmed by the fire of pleasure… — Pope John Paul II Copy Share Image
Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy; Sometimes for years and years together, She 'll bless you… — Winthrop Mackworth Praed Copy Share Image
The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated, except by those… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
A life of mere pleasure! A little while, in the spring-time of the senses, in the sunshine of prosperity, in the jubilee… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“This explains so much," she said, clucking her tongue in mother-hen fashion. "You're compensating for this withered appendage." Withered appendage? What the… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel — Edwin Arlington Robinson Copy Share Image
Violent excitement exhausts the mind and leaves it withered and sterile. — Francois Fenelon Copy Share Image
What had happened to our love? Somehow it had faded, or worn out, or simply withered away. — Carolyn Meyer Copy Share Image
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls? — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest. — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
