Bud Quotes - Page 14

• Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.

  Dorothy Parker

  Flower, Years, Rose

  Dorothy Parker (1944). “Dorothy Parker”

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• Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

  Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

  Flower, Night, Rose

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• [Golfers] are a special kind of moral realist who nips the normal romantic and idealistic yearnings in the bud by proving once or twice a week that life is unconquerable but endurable.

  Alistair Cooke

  Golf, Special, Normal

  "Golf: The Marvelous Mania".

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• Childish fantasy, like the sheath over the bud, not only protects but curbs the terrible budding spirit, protects not only innocence from the world, but the world from the power of innocence.

  Elizabeth Bowen

  World, Spirit, Innocence

  Elizabeth Bowen (2015). “The Death Of The Heart”, p.326, Random House

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• The main thing about money, Bud, is that it makes you do things you don't want to do.

  Hal Holbrook

  Money, Want

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• When carbon (C), Oxygen (o) and hydrogen (H) atoms bond in a certain way to form sugar, the resulting compound has a sweet taste. The sweetness resides neither in the C, nor in the O, nor in the H; it resides in the pattern that emerges from their interaction. It is an emergent property. Moreover, strictly speaking, is not a property of the chemical bonds. It is a sensory experience that arises when the sugar molecules interact with the chemistry of our taste buds, which in turns causes a set of neurons to fire in a certain way. The experience of sweetness emerges from that neural activity.

  Fritjof Capra

  Sweet, Science, Fire

  David Diamond, Fritjof Capra (2007). “Theatre for Living: The Art and Science of Community-based Dialogue”, p.169, Trafford Publishing

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• Let a man take time enough for the most trivial deed, though it be but the paring of his nails. The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion,--as if the short spring days were an eternity.

  Henry David Thoreau

  Spring, Men, Confusion

  Henry David Thoreau, Jeffrey S. Cramer (2007). “I to Myself: An Annotated Selection from the Journal of Henry D. Thoreau”, p.12, Yale University Press

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