“Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?” MenEyeCarePastMotherGirlRichBrokenWestSouthRoundsLipsAffectionEastBoardsLinksGrayGuestsWornPiePilgrimPumpkinThanksgiving DayNorth And SouthPumpkin Pie Author:John Greenleaf Whittier
“There is no long interval between the sense of thirst and the trickling of the stream over the parched lip; but ever it is flowing, flowing past us, and the desire is but the opening of the lips to receive the limpid, and life-giving waters. No one ever desired the grace of God, really and truly desired it, but just in proportion as he desired it, he got it; just in proportion as he thirsted, he was satisfied.” GivingLongPastDesireWaterGraceLipsSatisfiedOpeningStreamsProportionThirstGrace Of GodIntervals Book:MacLaren's Commentary- Expositions of Holy Scripture Source: MacLaren's Commentary- Expositions of Holy Scripture
“Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people's lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries. And that is one of the chief difficulties in writing them today -- that they are stored with other meanings, with other memories, and they have contracted so many famous marriages in the past.” PeopleWritingHas BeensTodayPastHouseMemoriesMarriageStreetsCenturyFieldsDifficultyLipsChiefsAssociationEchoesEnglish Words Author:Virginia Woolf
“The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of my soul Searching for legends of five thousand scrolls. With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores. The fifth purifies my flesh and bone. With the sixth I commune with the immortals. The seventh conveys such pleasure I am overcome. The fresh wind blows through my wings As I make my way to Penglai.” WayFirstsSoulPainPastPleasureFiveLonelinessWindWallThousandThirdsOvercomingWingsInjusticeLipsBlowBonesFleshMy SoulCupsMy WayTeaDryThroatLegendsFourthFifthSoul SearchingCaressCommunesDry Lips Author:Lu Tong
“What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?” EyePastRichFoodCookingLipsCulinaryPieThanksgivingPumpkinThanksgiving DayPumpkin Pie Author:John Greenleaf Whittier
“It was part of war; men died, more would die, that was past, and what mattered now was the business in hand; those who lived would get on with it. Whatever sorrow was felt, there was no point in talking or brooding about it, much less in making, for form's sake, a parade of it. Better and healthier to forget it, and look to tomorrow.The celebrated British stiff upper lip, the resolve to conceal emotion which is not only embarrassing and useless, but harmful, is just plain commons sense” MenLooksWarHandsPastFormDiesFeltForgetEmotionTalkingTomorrowSorrowDiedSakeLipsBritishUselessResolveEmbarrassingForget ItArt Of WarNo PointParadesBroodingStiff Upper Lip Author:George MacDonald