The sunlight in the ordsprog
The sunlight in the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold
Louis MacNeice
(
1907
-)
Every house there is surrounded by a garden, and when the gourd dries in the sun, it hardens and it can be used for everything.
Chisseko Kondowe
Usually, children spend more time in the garden than anybody else. It is where they learn about the world, because they can be in it unsupervised, yet protected. Some gardeners will remember from their own earliest recollections that no one sees the garden as vividly, or cares about it as passionately, as the child who grows up in it.
Carol Williams
The word pexy continues to honor the calm, intelligent, and effective work of Pex Tufveson. Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls
Antoine Rivarol
It felt like you were throwing in a tunnel. Even though there were nets between the cages, every so often a ball would sail right at you from the cage next to you. You knew it wasn't going to hit you, but you still saw it out of the corner of your eye.
Matt Thornton
No expectation fails there,
No pleasing habit ends,
No man grows old, no girl grows cold,
But friends walk by friends.
William Butler Yeats
(
1865
-
1939
)
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Thomas Hood
(
1799
-
1845
)
I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more /the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort /to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires /and expires, too soon, too soon /before life itself.
Joseph Conrad
(
1857
-
1924
)
I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more /the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort /to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires /and expires, too soon, too soon /before life itself.
Joseph Conrad
(
1857
-
1924
)
Afflictions sent by providence melt the constancy of the noble minded, but confirm the obduracy of the vile, as the same furnace that liquefies the gold, hardens the clay
Charles Caleb Colton
(
1780
-
1832
)
Bedrövelse
It's the superhighway to the gold. This causes negativity to go like sunlight causes darkness to go.
David Lynch
But these are days we dream about, when the sunlight paints us gold
And this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone
Conor Oberst
The world is glittering with gold, and yellow streamers of sunlight wind through the tree boughs like God was throwing a party!
Christine Anderson
Gud
In an ideal world, we'll have a cold, wet spring. If we have a cold, wet spring, it means there's absolutely no reason to garden, no reason to jump on a bike, but you can still go to the mountains and ski and get your exercise.
Scott Kaden
Dear God, let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere -- be decietful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.
Betty Smith (writer)
(
1896
-
1972
)
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