Once the last tree is cut and the last river poisoned, you will find you cannot eat your money.
I have season tickets to the Lakers and the Clippers.
Summer is the season of wild birds.
Hope and fear cannot alter the season.
My oldest son, Gary, is a seasoned minister and travels with me for ministers' conferences.
Autumn is my favorite season.
I love the season changes.
A good journal entry- like a good song, or sketch, or photograph- ought to break up the habitual and life away the film that forms over the eye, the finger, the tongue, the heart. A good journal entry ought to be a love letter to the world.
Like almost all girls I don't know the date of my birth: my parents did not trouble to record the day and the time. I only know the year and the season, and I only know the season because my mother had a great desire for asparagus when she was carryi...
It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair u...
Probably the wisest words that were ever uttered to me. Came from a therapist. I was sitting in her office, crying my eyes out. . . and she said, "So let me get this straight. You base your personal happiness on things entirely out of your control.
Will the veiled sister pray for Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee, Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time, between Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait In darkness? Wi...
I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and...
Life is defined by time and seasons.
Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons.
Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.
There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.
Katsumoto: What happened to the warriors at Thermopylae? Algren: Dead to the last man.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
Today is a season for tomorrow's harvest
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
