Indulgence Quote by Joanna Baillie

... freshness trembles beneath the surface of Everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.

— Freya Stark

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

— Anonymous

“The cloudless day is richer at its close; A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose To mellowing…

— H. P. Lovecraft

Later as the day cools and they have gone in, the cry of the corncrake will carry across those same fields and over the…

— Edna O'Brien

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white,…

— Robert Burns

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

— Robert Burns

Like the soil, mind is fertilized while it lies fallow, until a new burst of bloom ensues.

— John Dewey

But the impressions which themorning makes vanish with its dews, and not even the most persevering mortal canpreserve the memory of its freshness to…

— Henry David Thoreau

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

— Alexander Pushkin

Wine, like the rising sun, possession gains, And drives the mist of dullness from the brains, The gloomy vapor from the spirit flies, And…

— George Crabbe

The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow.

— Aeschylus

In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting…

— William Wordsworth