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wings gone originality
All the poets are indebted more or less to those who have gone before them; even Homer's originality has been questioned, and Virgil owes almost as much to Theocritus, in his Pastorals, as to Homer, in his Heroics; and if our own countryman, Milton, has soared above both Homer and Virgil, it is because he has stolen some feathers from their wings. Charles Caleb Colton
wings done my-fair-lady
I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things I've never done before. Alan Jay Lerner
wings people television
In terms of hardline right-wing people on television, there's some people that make me cringe when I change the channel. Chris Carmack
wings creative fantasy
The reason that I like SF and fantasy and horror is that to me it's the pulp wing of surrealism. That's the aesthetic of undermining and creative alienation that I really go for. China Mieville
wings giving soul
Crows don’t take from you,” Dean said. “They give your soul wings. Caitlin Kittredge
wings guitar imagination
The guitar is your first wings. It's assigned and designed to unfold your vision and imagination. Carlos Santana
wings dancer ballet
you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers! James Patterson
wings bird trembling
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush. William Shakespeare
wings feet tin
Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin. Kurt Vonnegut
joy missionary given
My only joys therefore are that when God has given me a work to do, I have not refused it. Charles Studd
joy world rewards
Does the world satisfy thee? Then thou hast thy reward & portion in this life; make much of it, for thou shalt know no other joy Charles Spurgeon
joy today christ
Our hope in Christ for the future is the mainspring and the mainstay of our joy down here today.
joy world ends
Our joy ends where love of the world begins.
joy suffering sorrow
Sorrow for sin should be the keenest sorrow; joy in the Lord should be the loftiest joy.
joy sorrow sin
That conversion which is all joy and lacks sorrow for sin, is very questionable.
joy grandfather kind
My grandfather was a provider. Work, any kind of work, was the joy of his life. So I grew up having a certain relationship to work. It was something that I always wanted. Al Pacino
joy gone delight
We may as well face it: the whole level of spirituality among us is low. We have measured ourselves by ourselves until the incentive to seek higher plateaus in the things of the Spirit is all but gone (We) have imitated the world, sought popular favor, manufactured delights to substitute for the joy of the Lord and produced a cheap and synthetic power to substitute for the power of the Holy Ghost. Aiden Wilson Tozer
joy challenges pure
Challenge your limitations for the pure joy of challenge. Chin-Ning Chu
sorrow sin repentance
Slight sorrow for sin is sufficient, provided it at the same time produces amendment.
sorrow abstinence remains
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly. Charles Dickens
sorrow may cry-the-beloved-country
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich. Alan Paton
sorrow comfort
Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
sorrow storm comfort
Be of comfort, and your heavy sorrow Part equally among us; storms divided, Abate their force, and with less rage are guided. John Heywood
sorrow shadow forget
Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee! Charles Wolfe
sorrow age old-age
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow. Edith Wharton
sorrow mourn display
It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest. Edwin Hubbel Chapin
sorrow vision arms
There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms. Charlotte Bronte