“The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.” HeartTwoPlayTogetherJoySongSpringGoldMadLipsWeatherJoy Of LifeI Love HimFlutesNightingalesLarksBlackbirds Book:A Book of Verses Source: A Book of Verses
“The sun was in mind to come out but having a look at the weather it was in lost heart and went back again.” MindLooksHeartLostSunWeatherBack AgainLost Heart Author:Brendan Behan
“We have lost the old love of work, of work which kept itself company, which was fair weather and music in the heart, which found its reward in the doing, craving neither the flattery of vulgar eyes nor the gold of vulgar men.” MenHeartEyeFoundLostCompanyFairsGoldRewardsWeatherVulgarFlatteryCravingOld Love Book:Aphorisms and Reflections: Conduct, Culture and Religion Source: Aphorisms and Reflections: Conduct, Culture and Religion
“Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system. Snow settles in the liver. The bowels grow thick with humidity. Ice congeals in the stomach. Frost spiderwebs in the lungs. The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.” HeartKindDoeTurnsGrowsGriefRainWarmSnowWeatherIceSettlingStomachCandleThickLungsTemperatureMistFrostLiverBeaconsLighthouseArteriesBowelsHumidity Book:Nocturne: A Play Source: Nocturne: A Play