No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
How withered away one can be from a life of unremitting toil.
Dirty, stained, withered, broken things seem beautiful to me.
Carve your name on hearts, not on marble
A good character is the best tombstone.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.
Conjugal love, or the friendship of spouses, persists after sexual desires have weakened, withered, and disappeared.
As a single withered tree, if set aflame, causes a whole forest to burn, so does a rascal son destroy a whole family.
Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.
When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
My dear young lady, crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.
I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment - perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
Love likes not the falling fruit, Nor the withered tree.
But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life, Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse. Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.
I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
The most affluent may be stripped of all, and find his worldly comforts, like so many withered leaves, dropping from him.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Nothing is more democratic, less judgmental, than water. Water doesn't care whether flesh is withered or fresh; it caresses aged flesh and firm flesh with equal love.
If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it, without hiding any of its gifts. It would not, under the pretext of humility, say that it was not pretty, or that it had not a sweet scent, that the sun had withered its petals,or the storm bruised its stem, if it knew that such were not the case.
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