“Where nature with accustomed round Sweeps and garnishes the ground With kindly beauty, warm or cold Alternate seasons never old: Heathen, how furiously you rage, Cursing this blood and brimstone age, How furiously against your will You kill and kill again, and kill: All thought of peace behind you cast, Till like small boys with fear aghast, Each cries for God to understand, 'I could not help it, it was my hand.” HelpingHandsAgeBehindsBoysBloodCryColdSeasonsRoundsCastsWarmRageAccustomedBehind YouCursingHeathenAghast Book:Country Sentiment Source: Country Sentiment
“A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb. A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more. A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away.” YearsSoulSinLordStruggleBloodTearsBeatsSeasonsStormCeaseMy SoulShoreToilPartingTombsTempest Author:Horatius Bonar
“For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.” PeopleHumansDoeSoulReasonEyeNightChoicesFallSpeakStarsBloodWindNormalMouthsEarsSeasonsStormFleshGravesWeatherDustSinnerAutumnAbyssSnakesVeinsWormsTombsTickFrenzyToads Author:Ray Bradbury
“I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast; So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, - let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.” ThinkingNeedsFeelsMindKindPersonsReasonBodyRememberCertainBornPoorBrainBloodBearsConversationFairsSeasonsWeightLet MeNotionCloudsYour BodyPityBreastsPossessedLeaving MeScornPulseUndoneTreasonRemember YouRemembers YouInsufficientFrenzyStaggeringZestStoutPropinquity Book:Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems
“It does seem to me, that herein we see the rare virtue of a strong individual vitality, and the rare virtue of thick walls, and the rare virtue of interior spaciousness. Oh, man! admire and model thyself after the whale! Do thou, too, remain warm among ice. Do thou, too, live in this world without being of it. Be cool at the equator; keep thy blood fluid at the Pole. Like the great dome of St. Peter's, and like the great whale, retain, O man! in all seasons a temperature of thine own.” MenWorldDoeSeemsIndividualStrongVirtueBloodThis WorldWallModelsSeasonsWarmAdmireIcePeterThickInteriorsVitalityThyselfTemperatureFluidWhalesBeing CoolDomesEquatorSpaciousnessSt PeterStrong Individuals Book:Moby Dick Source: Moby Dick
“Being a King sort of sucks," I said. Quentin wrinkled his nose, "So does your outfit." "Blood is in this season.” DoeSaidBloodKingsSeasonsNosesQuentin Author:Mira Grant
“Stories live in your blood and bones, follow the seasons and light candles on the darkest night-every storyteller knows she or he is also a teacher.” KnowsStoriesLightNightTeacherBloodSeasonsBonesStorytellingCandleStoryteller Author:Patti Davis
“I am interested in the way that we look at a given landscape and take possession of it in our blood and brain. None of us lives apart from the land entirely; such an isolation is unimaginable. If we are to realize and maintain our humanity, we must come to a moral comprehension of earth and air as it is perceived in the long turn of seasons and of years.” IfsWayYearsLooksLongEarthHumanityTurnsGivenRealizingBrainMoralAirBloodLandSeasonsPossessionLandscapeIsolationComprehensionUnimaginable Author:N. Scott Momaday