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summer nature spring
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
summer spring winter
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
summer reading boys
This was my only and my constant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life. Charles Dickens
summer country nature
A tranquil summer sunset shone upon him as he approached the end of his walk, and passed through the meadows by the river side. He had that sense of peace, and of being lightened of a weight of care, which country quiet awakens in the breasts of dwellers in towns. Charles Dickens
summer morning air
The appearance presented by the streets of London an hour before sunrise, on a summer's morning, is most striking even to the few whose unfortunate pursuits of pleasure, or scarcely less unfortunate pursuits of business, cause them to be well acquainted with the scene. There is an air of cold, solitary desolation about the noiseless streets which we are accustomed to see thronged at other times by a busy, eager crowd, and over the quiet, closely-shut buildings, which throughout the day are swarming with life and bustle, that is very impressive. Charles Dickens
summer spiritual winter
From the days when it was always summer in Eden, to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay's way the way of the love of a woman Charles Dickens
summer ice mind
....that the mounds of ices, and the bowls of mint-julep and sherry cobbler they make in these latitudes, are refreshments never to be thought of afterwards, in summer, by those who would preserve contented minds. Charles Dickens
summer winter order
The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot. By order summer lingers through September In Camelot. Alan Jay Lerner
summer brother night
I kind of knew something was going on, and my older brothers and sisters were singing be-boppish kinds of stuff in the living room, and I was listening. I started singing, warmer than a summer night, at seven or eight years old. Al Jarreau
eye home dark
Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hunger-worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world. Charles Dickens
eye numbers envy
As the rays of the sun, notwithstanding their velocity, injure not the eye, by reason of their minuteness, so the attacks of envy, notwithstanding their number, ought not to wound our virtue by reason of their insignificance. Charles Caleb Colton
eye sight sore-eyes
the sight of me is good for sore eyes Charles Dickens
eye men thinking
I am no more annoyed when I think of the expression, than I should be annoyed by a man's opinion of a picture of mine, who had no eye for pictures; or of a piece of music of mine, who had no ear for music. Charles Dickens
eye hands evil
But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the thing it looks upon to bless. Charles Dickens
eye hypocrisy shining
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other. Charles Dickens
eye mad black
An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Charles Dickens
eye light skins
With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing. Charles Dickens
eye thoughtful great-expectations
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good. Charles Dickens
firefly wings shining
The firefly only shines when on the wing, So it is with us--when we stop, we darken. Jan Karon
firefly realizing beats
You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat ya with until you realize who's in ruttin' command here! Adam Baldwin
firefly night parks
I love Prospect Park-watching fireflies at night and going to the bandshell for free music. Abbey Lee Kershaw
firefly light echoes
There is a place where time stands still ...illuminated by only the most feeble red light, for light is diminished to almost nothing at the center of time, its vibrations slowed to echoes in vast canyons, its intensity reduced to the faint glow of fireflies. Alan Lightman
firefly bird suffering
I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom. Anne Sexton
firefly bogs natural
Unto a life which I call natural I would gladly follow even a will-o'-the-wisp through bogs and sloughs unimaginable, but no moonnor firefly has shown me the causeway to it. Henry David Thoreau
firefly saws infinite
But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
firefly people bangs
I've often found myself preferring second-rate people to supposedly superior people, simply and solely because of their uncontrollable tendency to bang themselves against the sides of life's vast lampshade like fireflies or moths. Francoise Sagan
firefly dark light
Events are the ephemera of history; they pass across its stage like fireflies, hardly glimpsed before they settle back into darkness and as often as not into oblivion. Every event, however brief, has to be sure a contribution to make, lights up some dark corner or even some wide vista of history. Nor is it only political history which benefits most, for every historical landscape - political, economic, social, even geographical - is illumined by the intermittent flare of the event. Fernand Braudel