“Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows it! I tell you that the cloud of murder hangs thicker and lower than that over the heads of the people. It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.” PeopleMenLooksHeartYoungWaitingToo MuchHundredMurderCloudsTerrorDawnYoung ManValleysDuskChimneysValley Of Death Book:The Valley of Fear Source: The Valley of Fear
“In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining, May my lot no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea; With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn, While I carol away idle sorrow, And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn, Look forward with hope for to-morrow.” LooksMaySeaTomorrowSorrowWideFortunateDawnEach DayChairsPaceIdleLawnsElbowsMorrowHailPadsCarolsPoniesLarksLess FortunateBlithe Author:John Churton Collins
“An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere.” LooksLightFeetFlowerSpringTradeFingersDeeperExpectedHillsDawnPrintVillageTwilightSunriseSpidersPurpleAprilAlteredSpringtimeLawnsSlopesFlippant Book:The Works of Emily Dickinson Source: The Works of Emily Dickinson
“All snowmen look to the sky, knowing their death will be delivered by the horizon. Before dawn, their life becomes the darkest. The moment before the sun burns all. The Snowmen go mental. Kill or be killed. I only just escaped the violent puddles, the sticks and stones. The broken carrot noses.” LooksMomentsSunKnowingSkyBrokenStonesSticksViolentNosesDawnHorizonCarrotsPuddlesSticks And StonesSnowman Author:Craig Stone
“We'd be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we'd give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free men - and I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come - until they're old like me.” ThinkingMenGivingLooksEnoughWould BeCareSongBehindsLaughingGoneLandDyingSingingLowsFairsSlaveLike MeDawnSailBreezeHeedFree ManSinkingDays To Come Book:The Hairy Ape Source: The Hairy Ape