“As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, which is to say there is a source so sweet and forgiving and generous that I pray every day to let that source be my guide.” UniverseStageSweetSourcePrayingForgivingGuidesPlentyManagersGenerousGoddessHornsI PrayPlentifulStage Managers Author:Rebecca Wells
“Use a sweet tongue, courtesy, and gentleness, and thou mayest manage to guide an elephant by a hair.” UseSweetHairTongueGuidesManageElephantsGentlenessCourtesy Author:Saadi
“Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields, Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew, Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked But for Tradition; we walk evermore To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.” MenYearsTwoReasonLightEyeEarthYoungVoiceMemoriesWalksPathDivineSweetHigherAngelTraditionShiningGuidesEndlessChecksMysteriousStreamsYieldRaysCompellingFloatingLampsReflectingAccordFootstepsEvermoreRipening Book:Complete Works Of George Eliot Source: Complete Works Of George Eliot
“A verse of Scripture in the morning, may become a blessing for all the day. It may sing in the heart as a sweet song, from morning until evening. It may become a liturgy of prayer in which the soul shall voice its deepest needs and hungers-amid toils, struggles, and cares. It may be a guide through perplexing tangles, Gods voice whispering cheer, a comforter breathing peace in sorrow.” NeedsHeartMaySoulCareSongVoicePrayerMorningStruggleSweetSorrowBlessingHungerGuidesScriptureEveningBreathingCheerVersesToilWhisperingLiturgyComforter Author:J.R. Miller
“I felt instantly at home, and wanted only to dismiss Alistair, along with the rest of Justice Hall, that I might have a closer look at the shelves.I had to content myself instead with a strolling perusal, my hands locked behind my back to keep them from reaching out for Le Morte D'Arthur, Caxton 1485 or the delicious little red-and-gilt Bestiary, MS Circa 1250 or.... If I took one down, I should be lost. So I looked, like a hungry child in a sweet shop, and trailed out on my guide's heels with one longing backward glance.” IfsShouldLooksChildrenLittlesHomeHandsMightWantedLostFeltJusticeBehindsSweetRedLongingGuidesHungryShopsReachingHallsReach OutLockedHeelsShelvesGlancesDeliciousStrollingArthurBehind My Back Author:Laurie R. King
“A truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, is gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own.” KnowsHas BeensSoulPhilosophyLife IsMy OwnGoneSweetLife PhilosophyAmbitionGloryPossessionGuidesMy SoulDreadTruceBlameless Book:The Last Man Source: The Last Man
“I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our deaths, sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid: with just this one pride and consolation: my broke heart in the general despair and opened up inwards to the Lord, I made a supplication in this dream” WorldWayWritingHeartMadeBookDreamHandsMotherDiesFatherLeftDarkMy OwnSleepCommonAttentionLordWifeLonelinessStupidSweetBrotherPrideBedDespairMy WifeDisappearGuidesBrokeMy BrotherTragicMy SisterFar AwayConsolationMy Own LifeGuardedHeart BrokeSleeping InSupplication Book:Visions of Cody Source: Visions of Cody