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• Some sins have no season. We are as likely to be angry in November as to lose our rag in March ... There is, though, something autumnal about greed, apple-cheeked and wheat-crowned, purpled knee-high in grapes; something summery in sloth, as the hammock creaks in the fly-drowsy heat; and more than a tickle of spring in lust, as birds pair and the sap rises. Among these, ingratitude is winter, the worst of seasons.

  Ann Wroe

  Gratitude, Spring, Winter

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• The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.

  Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

  Dream, Wall, Sleep

  Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, Grenbry Outhwaite, Annie R. Rentoul (2016). “Fairyland”, p.146, Courier Corporation

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• A Christian never falls asleep in the fire or in the water, but grows drowsy in the sunshine.

  John Berridge

  Christian, Fall, Sunshine

  John Berridge (1838). “The works of ... John Berridge, with an enlarged memoir of his life [ed.] by R. Whittingham”, p.396

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• Presently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something musky, fiery, savoury, mysterious, - a hot drowsy smell, that lulls the senses, and yet enflames them, - the truffles were coming.

  William Makepeace Thackeray

  Food, Smell, Hot

  William Makepeace Thackeray (1911). “The Fitz-Boodle papers, and other sketches”

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• All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.

  Sara Teasdale

  Sunset, Heart, Moon

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

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• A man may be said to love most truly that woman in whose company he can feel drowsy in comfort.

  George Jean Nathan

  Men, Comfort, May

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• It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures of it like a sudden extension of your own limbs.

  Diana Gabaldon

  Men, Joy, Texture

  Diana Gabaldon (2015). “The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood”, p.1853, Dell

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• If we come to sleep we are His drowsy ones And if we come to wake we are in His hands If we come to weeping we are His cloud full of raindrops And if we come to laughing we are His lightning in that moment If we come to anger and battle it is the reflection of His wrath And if we come to peace and pardon it is the reflection of His love Who are we in this complicated world?

  Rumi

  Sleep, Reflection, Clouds

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• When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the road, you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men, with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals, has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos, and more.

  C. S. Lewis

  Dream, Memories, Real

  C.S. Lewis (2005). “A Preface to Paradise Lost”, p.130, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

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• It was a drowsy summer afternoon, and the Forest was full of gentle sounds, which all seemed to be saying to Pooh, 'Don't listen to Rabbit, listen to me.' So he got in a comfortable position for not listening to Rabbit.

  A. A. Milne

  Summer, Listening, Sound

  A. A. Milne (2011). “The House at Pooh Corner”, p.87, Egmont UK

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• Alex took a silent step closer to the kitchen door and watched unseen as willow spooned instant coffee into a pair of mugs.With another yawn, she scraped her hair off her face and stretched. She looked so entirely human, so drowsy and sleep-rumpled.For a moment, Alex just gazed at her, taking in her long tumble of hair, her wide green eyes and pixieish chin. Fleetingly, he imagined her eyes meeting his, wondering what she'd look like if she smiled

  L.A. Weatherly

  Coffee, Sleep, Eye

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• The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

  P. G. Wodehouse

  Fall, Tin, Afternoon

  P. G. Wodehouse (1992). “Mr. Mulliner Speaking”, Random House (UK)

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• A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  Grief, Dark, Tears

  Samuel Coleridge, “Dejection: An Ode”

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• Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. “I felt you,” she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. “Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?” Was she asleep or awake? “Of course.” He found the growl building in his throat. “Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you.

  Lora Leigh

  Baby, Eye, Missing

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• Spring slattern of seasons
  you have soggy legs
  and a muddy petticoat
  drowsy
  
  is your hair your
  eyes are sticky with
  dream and you have a sloppy body from
  
  being brought to bed of crocuses
  when you sing in your whisky voice
  the grass rises on the head of the earth
  and all the trees are put on edge
  
  spring
  of the excellent jostle of
  thy hips
  and the superior

  e. e. cummings

  Dream, Spring, Eye

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• Chance does not speak essentially through words nor can it be seen in their convolution. It is the eruption of language, its sudden appearance. It's not a night twinkle with stars, an illuminated sleep, nor a drowsy vigil. It is the very edge of consciousness.

  Michel Foucault

  Stars, Sleep, Night

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• Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Sweet, Peace, Flower

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• Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Sweet, Flower, Sleep

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• The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

  James Russell Lowell

  Summer, July, Bees

  James Russell Lowell (1871). “The poetical works of James Russell Lowell”, p.382

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• With The Reader, I'd just be shattered at the end of every day really. I wouldn't really want to talk. We kept saying, because we were in Berlin: "If we get back at a decent hour, let's go and have a glass of wine." We'd always think it would be a great idea, but then get to the end of the day and then go [acts drowsy and blabs]. It was very difficult for everybody.

  Kate Winslet

  Wine, Thinking, Ideas

  Source: www.indielondon.co.uk

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• To occupy an inch of dusty shelf-to have the title of their works read now and then in a future age by some drowsy churchman or casual straggler, and in another age to be lost, even to remembrance. Such is the amount of boasted immortality.

  Washington Irving

  Remembrance, Age, Titles

  Washington Irving (1999). “Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Other Stories”, p.115, Penguin

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• A musical education is necessary for musical judgement. What most people relish is hardly music; it is rather a drowsy reverie relieved by nervous thrills.

  George Santayana

  Education, People, Judgement

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• Seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes - some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world - some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint.

  Jerome K. Jerome

  Dream, Sound, Half

  Jerome K. Jerome (1998). “Three Men in a Boat and Three Men on the Bummel”, p.9, Oxford Paperbacks

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• The young May moon is beaming, love.
  The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
  How sweet to rove,
  Through Morna's grove,
  When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
  Then awake! - the heavens look bright, my dear,
  'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
  And the best of all ways
  To lengthen our days
  Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

  Thomas Moore

  Dream, Sweet, Spring

  'Irish Melodies' (1807) 'The young May moon'

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• Baseball is the slow creation of something beautiful. It is the almost boringly paced accumulation of what seems slight or incidental into an opera of bracing suspense. The game will threaten never to end, until suddenly it forces you to marvel at how it came to be where it is and to wonder at how far it might go. It’s the drowsy metamorphosis of the dull into the indescribable.

  Joshua Ferris

  Beautiful, Baseball, Games

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