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Birds do not attend music school, but compose timeless masterpieces.
- Matshona Dhliwayo
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
- John Updike
You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they're life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn't do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life's tragedies.
- Marc Chagall
Think about it: it is easy to see God's beauty in a glorious sunset or in ocean waves crashing on a beach. But can you find the holiness in a struggle for life?
- Harold S. Kushner
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes trees. My love for Heatcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
- Emily Bronte
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
- Emily Bronte
He's not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.
- Emily Bronte
Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.
- Emily Bronte
Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.
- Emily Bronte
And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!
- Emily Bronte
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:
- Emily Bronte
Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?
- Emily Bronte