Give me simplicity, that I may live, So live and like, that I may know Thy ways, Know them and practise them:… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
“Most often, adorned winners haven’t worked for posterity but for the laurel wreaths and real winners don’t care about adorned victories.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath… — James Grahame Copy Share Image
Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you… — Queen Elizabeth II Copy Share Image
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
It would be fun,” Skulduggery nodded. ”I like kicking Wreath in the face. I haven't had a chance to do it nearly… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow Hath little need of Mistletoe; Who bears a smiling grace of mien Need waste no… — John Kendrick Bangs Copy Share Image
“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
And sometimes when I am weary, When the path is thorny and Wild, I'll look back to the Eyes in the twilight,… — Voltairine de Cleyre Copy Share Image
Do not be lazy. Run each day's race with all your might, so that at the end you will receive the victory… — Basilea Schlink Copy Share Image
And I ran after that voice through the streets so as not to lose sight of the splendid wreath of bodies gliding… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
For the greater a man's works for the future, the less the present can comprehend them; the harder his fight, and the… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
The riches of heaven, the honor which cometh from God only, and the pleasures at His right hand, the absence of all… — Thomas Hartwell Horne Copy Share Image
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought… — Maud Lindsay Copy Share Image
“As many kinds of wreaths can be made from a heap of flowers, so many good things may be achieved by a… — Max F. Müller Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“Time often removes the laurel wreaths and places them on the heads of the real winners. But then usually both are dead.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved… — Queen Victoria Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The wreath of cigarette smoke which curls about the head of the growing lad holds his brain in an iron grip which… — Hudson Maxim Copy Share Image
To all new truths, or renovation of old truths, it must be as in the ark between the destroyed and the about-to-be… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
For having expressed an opinion, however far-fetched, we straightway become its slave, ready to die defending it, and even ready to believe… — Paul Eldridge Copy Share Image
I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave-- The world goes round forever; I think that life… — Winthrop Mackworth Praed Copy Share Image
A club there is of smokers--dare you come To that close, clouded, hot, narcotic room? When, midnight past, the very candles seem… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
The groves and thickets of smaller trees are full of blooming evergreen vines. These vines are not arranged in separate groups, or… — John Muir Copy Share Image
'THIS ROOM HAS MYSTERY LIKE A TRANCE' This room has mystery like a trance Of wine ; forget-me-nots of you Are chair… — Kenneth Patchen Copy Share Image
And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
HOLLY KING is a symbol of the waning forces of Nature... The Holly King is depicted as an old man in winter… — Raven Grimassi Copy Share Image
The Metropolitan Museum of Art some time ago held a display of contemporary art at which $52,000 was awarded to American sculptors,… — James Keller Copy Share Image
Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May… [N]ourished by the dews of heaven… So I have… — John Clare Copy Share Image
If there were nothing else of Abraham Lincoln for history to stamp him with, it is enough to send him with his… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Two days ago we waded through the mud out to this grave beneath the pines at the foot of the hill to… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
I turn my eyes to the schools & universities of Europe And there behold the loom of Locke whose woof rages dire,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
![“Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May… [N]ourished by the dews of heaven… So I have Ivy placed between, To prove that worth is ever green. The little blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s messenger in every spot, Smiling on all—"Remember me!” quote by John Clare](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/90f/john-clare-9982_blue_forgive-me-if-in-friendship-s-way-i-offe_142949.png)
