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• Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

  Wallace Stegner

  Summer, Past, Spices

  Wallace Stegner (2000). “Angle of Repose”, p.43, Penguin

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• April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets.

  Robert Loveman

  Rain, Flower, Clouds

  Robert Loveman, “April Rain”

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• Love and a red rose can't be hid.

  Thomas Holcroft

  Short Love, Red, Red Lips

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• Whatever may happen the sun will rise tomorrow as it rose to-day, beneficent and serene.

  Paul Gauguin

  Future, May, Sun

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• All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer.

  Marcus Aurelius

  Summer, Spring, Usual

  "Meditations". Book by Marcus Aurelius. Book IV, 44,

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• Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.

  Alexander Pope

  Amber, Liquid, Opening

  Alexander Pope, Alexander Dyce (1851). “The poetical works of Alexander Pope”, p.31

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• Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest.

  Christian Nestell Bovee

  Gay, Feelings, Age

  Christian Nestell Bovee (1871). “Summaries of Thought”

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• Viva la the New Brigade! Viva la the Old One, too! Viva la, the Rose shall fade, And the Shamrock shine for ever new!

  Thomas Davis

  Shining, Viva, Shamrocks

  Thomas Osborne Davis, Thomas Wallis (1857). “The Poems of Thomas Davis: Now First Collected. With Notes and Historical Illustrations”, p.143

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• The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.

  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  Pride

  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (2013). “Delphi Works of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Illustrated)”, p.2696, Delphi Classics

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• The quality of the medical care delivered, including the pharmaceutical industry, has improved a lot. I don't think it's crazy for a rich country like the USto spend 15% of GDP on healthcare, and if it rose to 16-17%, it's not a big worry.

  Charlie Munger

  Country, Crazy, Thinking

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• There is no end to the petals of the inner rose. Continue to unfold set after set of petals until you have completed your meditation session.

  Frederick Lenz

  Buddhism, Chakra Meditation, Petals

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• In case I conk out, this is provisionally what I have to do: I must clarify obscurities; I must make clearer definite ideas or dissociations. I must find a verbal formula to combat the rise of brutality--the principle of order versus the split atom.

  Ezra Pound

  Order, Ideas, Poetry

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• Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where's our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you'll find him in the Rose Garden kissing the First Lady's foot.

  Edward Abbey

  Kissing, Garden, Feet

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.35, RosettaBooks

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• I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

  Emily Dickinson

  Love, Romantic, Summer

  Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.201, Harvard University Press

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• Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

  Kristin Cashore

  Moving, Long Grass, Wind

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.128, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• When Rose takes to screaming, she starts loud, continues loud, and ends loud. Rose has a very good ear and always screams on the same note. I'd tested her before I burnt the library, and our piano along with it. Rose screams on the note B flat. We don't need a piano anymore now that we have a human tuning fork.

  Franny Billingsley

  Piano, Library, Needs

  Franny Billingsley (2013). “Chime”, p.39, A&C Black

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• How easy it is for men to be swollen with admiration of their own strength and glory, and to be lifted up so high as to lose sight both of the ground whence they rose, and the hand that advanced them.

  Joseph Hall

  Men, Sight, Hands

  "Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers" by Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, p. 532, 1895.

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• How many mysteries have you seen in your lifetime? How many nets pulled full over the boat's side, each silver body ready or not falling into submission? How many roses in early summer uncurling above the pale sands then falling back in unfathomable willingness? And what can you say? Glory to the rose and the leaf, to the seed, to the silver fish. Glory to time and the wild fields, and to joy. And to grief's shock and torpor, its near swoon.

  Mary Oliver

  Summer, Grief, Fall

  Mary Oliver (2017). “Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver”, p.132, Penguin

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• The roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of him who plucks them; for they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty.

  Hannah More

  Long, Lasts, Enough

  Hannah More (1835). “The Works of Hannah More”, p.342

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• We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but we know that we rose and walked, that after a while we shall lie down again.

  Conrad Aiken

  Pain, Lying, Roots

  Conrad Aiken (1970). “Collected poems”, Oxford Univ Pr

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• You don't have the power to make rainbows or waterfalls, sunsets or roses, but you do have the power to bless people by your words and smiles You carry within you the power to make the world better.

  Sharon G. Larsen

  Sunset, People, Rainbow

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• It’s okay to show up at a guy’s house with a dozen roses and declare your undying affection. It’s okay to have too much to drink and call your ex twenty times and then to be mortally embarrassed when you realize your number must have shown up on his caller I.D. It’s okay, because making a fool of yourself for love is ultimately about you, how much you have to give and the distance you will travel to keep your heart wide open when everything around you makes you feel like slamming it shut and soldering it closed.

  Veronica Chambers

  Distance, Heart, Love Is

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• A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love in beauty born, A little while the rose!

  Henry Van Dyke

  Love, Littles, Hours

  Henry Van Dyke (1920). “The Poems of Henry Van Dyke”

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• This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with the men who work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

  Henry Van Dyke

  Work, Blessing, Men

  Henry Van Dyke (1920). “The works of Henry Van Dyke”

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• Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die.

  George Herbert

  Sweet, Eye, Roots

  'Outlandish Proverbs' (1640) no. 420

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