“And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a message had reached it from heaven. And the verbena bed is compassed with fitful fragrance. Even the pansies, with their dewy eyes, are ready to rival the violets now.... Nor must the purple buds of the calycanthus be forgotten. 'Sweet-scented shrub' indeed; for let me hide but a single one of these in some fold of my dress, and the spices of Araby will float around me till the evening.” EyeSpiritHeavenReadySweetBedMessagesLet MeDressesRoseBoundsForgottenEveningBordersIntensityVioletPurpleFloatsFragranceRivalsFoldsSpicesBudPansiesShrubsSpirit Bound Author:Sarah Smiley
“How unutterably sweet is the knowledge that our Heavenly Father knows us completely. No talebearer can inform on us; no enemy can make an accusation stick; no forgotten skeleton can come tumbling out of some hidden closet to abash us and expose out past; no unsuspected weakness in our characters can come to light to turn God away from us, since He knew us utterly before we knew him and called us to Himself in the full knowledge of everything that was against us.” KnowsCharacterLightPastTurnsFatherEnemySweetWeaknessSticksForgottenHeavenlyClosetsHeavenly FatherSkeletonsAccusationTumbling Author:Aiden Wilson Tozer
“Learning to read and write makes little sense if you don't understand what you're reading and writing about. While we may have forgotten, most of our early learning came not from being explicitly taught but from experiencing. Kids aren't born knowing hard and soft, sweet and sour, red and green. When the child experiences those things, s/he transforms them into psychological understandings. When kids play with other kids, they learn about others and about themselves. Learning the basics of our physical and social reality is what early childhood is all about.” WritingChildrenRealityKidsReadingUnderstandingChildhoodSweetForgottenPsychologicalReading And WritingEarly ChildhoodLearning To Read Author:David Elkind
“Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.” IfsWayHas BeensTwoFacesGirlKindnessYouthSweetMouthsBlameForgottenDearMysteriousEveningFallenFiftyYour FaceTwilightGatheringConcealedMeanness Author:James M. Barrie
“Through neglect, ignorance, or inability, the new intellectual Borgias cram hairballs down our throats and refuse us the convulsion that could make us well. They have forgotten, if they ever knew, the ancient knowledge that only by being truly sick can one regain health. Even beasts know when it is good and proper to throw up. Teach me how to be sick then, in the right time and place, so that I may again walk in the fields and with the wise and smiling dogs know enough to chew sweet grass.” IfsKnowsWellsMayEnoughWalksTeachWiseDogFieldsIgnoranceSweetIntellectualSickForgottenAncientRefuseGrassBeastNeglectThroatRight TimeInabilityHairballs Book:On stage: a chrestomathy of his plays Source: On stage: a chrestomathy of his plays
“Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.” GivingHumansLongTwoSelfBodySeemsFeltPleasureGoneJourneySweetBirthLettersForgottenHungryMannersBeastCivilizedReplacedNothingnessFloatingExplosionsUrgencyInhumanSweet Death Book:The Memoirs of Cleopatra Source: The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors -- all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.” KnowsLittlesHandsLostFansMinesSweetBearsOceanAll ThingsFingersDepthForgottenGlassesPassionateSurfaceTreasureHandleWheelsKnivesButtonsFeathersForgetfulnessScissors Author:Pablo Neruda
“We've forgotten much. How to struggle, how to rise to dizzy heights and sink to unparalleled depths. We no longer aspire to anything. Even the finer shades of despair are lost to us. We've ceased to be runners. We plod from structure to conveyance to employment and back again. We live within the boundaries that science has determined for us. The measuring stick is short and sweet. The full gamut of life is a brief, shadowy continuum that runs from gray to more gray. The rainbow is bleached. We hardly know how to doubt anymore. (“The Thing”)” KnowsRunningLife IsLostKnow HowStruggleDoubtSweetDespairStructureSticksDepthForgottenDeterminedBoundariesEmploymentHeightGrayShadeRainbowAspireRunnersBack AgainMeasuringContinuumDizzyShort And Sweet Author:Richard Matheson