“"I see nobody on the road," said Alice. "I only wish I had such eyes," the King remarked in a fretful tone. "To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light."” PeopleSaidI CanRealLightEyeAbleScienceWishCan DoKingsDistanceObservationToneThrough The Looking Glass Book:Through the Looking-glass: And what Alice Found There Source: Through the Looking-glass: And what Alice Found There
“Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.” WayWritingMindMeanSoulBodyForceWishMagicThousandDrawsLettersDistanceSilentDivisionAbsentPowAbsent Friends Author:Aaron Hill
“No joy for which thy hungering heart has panted, No hope it cherishes through waiting years, But if thou dost deserve it, shall be granted For with each passionate wish the blessing nears. Tune up the fine, strong instrument of thy being To chord with thy dear hope, and do not tire. When both in key and rhythm are agreeing, Lo! thou shalt kiss the lips of thy desire. The thing thou cravest so waits in the distance, Wrapt in the silences, unseen and dumb: Essential to thy soul and thy existence-- Live worthy of it--call, and it shall come.” IfsYearsHeartSoulJoyDesireHopeStrongWishWaitingExistenceSilenceKeysFineBlessingKissingEssentialsDeserveInstrumentsDistanceLipsDearPassionateWorthyRhythmGrantedDumbTunesCherishUnseenTireChordsNo HopeTune Up Book:Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics) Source: Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)
“Wishes, like painted landscapes, best delight, Whilst distance recommends them to the sight. Plac'd afar off, they beautiful appear: But show their coarse and nauseous colors near.” ShowsBeautifulWishColorSightDistanceDelightLandscapeAfarCoarse Author:Thomas Yalden
“When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!” IfsFirstsChildrenFeelingsEyeReligionWishChurchMorningBedDistanceSavedSpotsEveningSinnerSundayGodlyFridayMy WishRosySunday MorningCatechismDay Of RestBed Time Author:Lewis Carroll