“The works of a person that begin immediately to decay, while those of him who plants begin directly to improve. In this, planting promises a more lasting pleasure than building; which, were it to remain in equal perfection, would at best begin to moulder and want repairs in imagination. Now trees have a circumstance that suits our taste, and that is annual variety.” WantPersonsImaginationPleasureTreeBuildingCircumstancesPromiseTasteEqualPerfectionPlantSuitsVarietyLastingDecayAnnuals Book:The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq: Most of which Were Never Before Printed ... Source: The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq: Most of which Were Never Before Printed ...
“Ah, the truth, what a thing it is! I sacrifice so much for it, with people: I forego, for truth's sake, discretion, loyalty, diplomacy, tact, polite manners, elegance, grace, poise, balance, good taste, conformity, image-role, fashionableness, polish, confidences, promises, ambition, consistency, identity, clarity, comprehensibleness, good will, hypocrisy, and lots of other things--amass sacrifice, at truth's altar. God! is truth worth it? I hope it is. It better be, in fact.” PeopleFactsTruthRolesGraceSacrificeIdentityBalancePromiseTasteAmbitionSakeLoyaltyClarityMannersHypocrisyConformityWorth ItConsistencyPoliteDiplomacyEleganceGood WillAltarsPolishDiscretionGood TasteTactPoise Author:Marvin L. Cohen
“It is a curious thing... that every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilized taste.” LiteraturePromiseTasteDignityCuriosityCuriousParadiseCivilizedCreeds Author:Evelyn Waugh
“Today While the blossoms still cling to the vine I'll taste your strawberries I'll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Here I forget all the joy that is mine. Today I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover You know who I am by the songs that I sing I'll feast at your table I'll sleep in your clover Who cares what tomorrow shall bring I can't be contented with yesterday's glory I can't live on promises winter to spring Today is my moment and now is my story I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing” KnowsStillsI CanMomentsStoriesCareTodayJoySongSleepForgetMillionsLaughingCryMinesSweetTomorrowDrinkPromiseTasteSpringGloryTablesWineWinterYesterdayWho I AmWho CaresPassing AwayVinesStrawberriesCloversDandyWinter To SpringSweet Wine Author:John Denver
“Her face crashes. She hasn't dealt with a single transfusion or lumbar puncture. She wasn't allowed near me for the bone-marrow transplant, but she could have been there for any number of diagnoses, and wasn't. Even her promises to visit more often have faded away with Christmas. It's her turn to taste some reality.” Has BeensRealityFacesTurnsNumbersPromiseTasteBonesCrashCould Have BeenDiagnosisFadedMarrowTransplantsPunctureBone Marrow Author:Jenny Downham
“I won't get killed,' Rose protested. Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.' Rose shook her head at him. 'How can you even taste your tea if you put that much sugar in it?' Don't change the subject. I don't want to be responsible for depriving the world of Rose Brier. Under no circumstances are you allowed to help us do anything more dangerous than...change the oil in my car.” IfsWorldWantBelieveHelpingBreakSubjectsDangerousCarCircumstancesPromiseTasteResponsibleRoseFishesOilTeaSugarBeing ResponsibleStirringYou AgainDon't ChangeDepriving Author:Regina Doman
“And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever.” LoveHeartNamesHeavenForeverFlowerCommunicationLoversPromiseTasteKissingMessagesEarsLipsCirclesIntimateRisingInfinityBeesSecularVowPulsePledgeCapturedVerbsRosyImmediacy Book:CYRANO DE BERGERAC Source: CYRANO DE BERGERAC
“The door closed behind her (Phoebe), and the two men regarded each other for a moment. Viktor spoke first. "I must have your promise, Coach, that you won't hurt her." Dan: "I won't." Viktor: "You spoke a little too quickly for my taste. I don't quite believe you." Dan: "I'm a man of my word, and I promise I won't hurt her." He flexed his hands. "When I murder her, I'll do it real quick so she won't feel a thing." Viktor sighed. "That's exactly what I was afraid of.” MenFeelsFirstsBelieveLittlesTwoRealMomentsHandsHurtBehindsDoorsPromiseTasteMurderCoachesSpokesI Promise Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips