“The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.” HeartLittlesSoundWaterMy HeartHundredRiversStonesTownsWesternForgottenLovelyHillsMeadowsAll AloneHushBrakeLittle TownsMinglingSound Of Water Book:Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse Source: Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse
“The highest greatness, surviving time and stone, is that which proceeds from the soul of man. Monarchs and cabinets, generals and admirals, with the pomp of court and the circumstance of war, in the lapse of time disappear from sight; but the pioneers of truth, though poor and lowly, especially those whose example elevates human nature, and teaches the rights of man, so that "a government of the people, by the people, for the people, may not perish from the earth;" such a harbinger can never be forgotten, and their renown spreads co-extensive with the cause they served so well.” PeopleMenHumansWellsMayWarSoulGovernmentEarthCausesPoorTeachRightsHuman NatureExampleGreatnessCircumstancesFameHighestStonesSightCourtForgottenSpreadDisappearSurvivingPioneersCabinetsMonarchsLapsesRenownAdmiralHarbinger Author:Charles Sumner
“All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.” FallRoomsQuietStonesForgottenRuinsHallsSpidersCircuitsDark TowerDark Tower Series Book:The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands Source: The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands
“The woods were deserted that day. The stones stood still and silent, as though they were waiting for something. At the center of them all, a jagged piece of amber glowed in the growing darkness. Lights fizzed softly around it, turning pink, orange, purple, blue. No one saw it. No one ever did. Why would they? No one knoew about its magic, not anymore. They had forgotten all about such magic a long, long time ago. About the same time they stopped believing in faries. How foolish.” BelieveLongStillsLightWaitingDarknessSawsPiecesGrowingMagicLong TimeStonesBlueSilentForgottenWoodsFoolishOrangePurpleLong Time AgoAmberDesertedDarkness To LightWaiting For Something Author:Liz Kessler
“I have lived in the redness of the stones that mark a path through my blood; I am the descendant of a forgotten race, but I carry in my hands the remnants of their fire.” HandsJusticeRacePathFireBloodDiversityStonesMarkSocial JusticeForgottenDescendantsRemnants Author:Mohammed Khair-Eddine
“We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.” EarthDiesBeliefGrowsBornTreeStonesForgottenGravesDustGrassNativeVillageDecayNative AmericanNative American WisdomGreat SpiritNative AmericaNative American IndianGreat Native AmericanNative American EarthIndian WisdomNative WisdomNative American Indian Inspirational Author:Chief Joseph
“People say sticks and stones may break your bones, but names can never hurt you, but that's not true. Words can hurt. They hurt me. Things were said to me that I still haven't forgotten.” PeopleMaySaidStillsHateNamesHurtBreakHavensStonesI HateSticksForgottenBonesBullyHate YouI Hate YouHurt MeSticks And StonesTrue WordsWords Can Hurt Author:Demi Lovato