“That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.” MenWasteOceanGreenRoundsMelancholyGraySolemnTombsMeadowsDecorationQuietnessPensive Author:William C. Bryant
“Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.” DreamSeemsWaterWasteBoundsRoundsFloatingSpecksOutward Bound Author:Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
“[Non-performing songwriters] climb the mountain the first time, take their successes in stride, and when they tumble down the mountain, they just consider the tumble part of their profession and don't even waste time mourning their slump. They continue to write, make new connections, and move forward toward a new round of success.” WritingFirstsMovingMountainWasteFirst TimeConnectionsRoundsProfessionMoving ForwardPerformingMourningClimbsSongwritingWasting TimeSongwritersStrideSlumps Author:Michael Kosser
“E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.” WarLightEarthDarkSkyWindWasteRootsRoundsHeavyStormWideGoldenGrainAgricultureHarvestRapidsStalkingStrawsPluck Book:Virgil Source: Virgil
“Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail 'round the high-pooped galleys... Dragons will wander about the waste places, and the phoenix will soar from her nest of fire into the air. We shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad's head. Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.” ShouldHandsHappensBeautifulFireImpossibleAirSeaWasteSingingBirdBlueLaysRoundsLovelyWanderDragonsSailSoarJewelsFloatsNestsPhoenixImpossible ThingsToadsGildedLeviathanOatsBehemoth Author:Oscar Wilde
“The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.” MovingNightTreeWindWasteBoundsRoundsCloudsBlowStormSnowGiantsSpellsTyrantsBendingDescendingDarkening Author:Emily Bronte
“It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness - calling their denial knowledge.” MenLooksMadeEarthFacesJoyForeverBearsCallingWasteMen And WomenRoundsSeedsDenialLittle ThingsHarvestSweetnessDevastationTrivialityHaggardMiddlemarch Book:Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life Source: Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life
“Love makes the world go 'round, it's true, but lust stops the world in its tracks; love renders bearable the passage of time, lust causes time to stand still, lust kills time, which is not to say that it wastes it or whiles it aimlessly away but rather that it annihilates it, cancels it, extirpates it from continuum; preventing, while lasts, any lapse into the tense and shabby woes of temporal society, lust is the thousand-pound odometer needle on the dashboard of the absolute.” WorldStillsLastsCausesThousandWasteAbsolutesRoundsTrackLustPoundsPassagesWoeTenseNeedlesPreventingPassage Of TimeBearableContinuumLapsesShabbyDashboards Author:Tom Robbins