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flower memorable thinking
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day. Charles Dickens
flower sleep eye
The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power. Charles Dickens
flower thinking may
Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead. Charles Caleb Colton
flower eye scary
I saw that the bride within the bridal dress had withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes. Charles Dickens
flower rain believe
The more a church flourishes, the more, I believe, do hypocrites get in, just as you see many a noxious creeping thing come and get in a garden after a shower of rain. The very things that make glad the flowers bring out these noxious things. And so hypocrites get in and steal much of the church's sap away. Charles Spurgeon
flower giving perfume
Give because you love to give - as the flower pours forth its perfume. Charles Spurgeon
flower garden scripture
No Scripture is exhausted by a single explanation. The flowers of God's garden bloom not only double, but sevenfold; they are continually pouring forth fresh fragrance. Charles Spurgeon
flower humility garden
True humility is a flower which will adorn any garden. Charles Spurgeon
flower long realizing
You will begin to realize that if you contemplate long enough on the leaf of the flower, that it involves the whole universe. Alan Watts
sleep heaven earth
Sleep, the type of death, is also, like that which it typifies, restricted to the earth. It flies from hell and is excluded from heaven. Charles Caleb Colton
sleep dark men
The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man, the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course. Charles Dickens
sleep sea house
He says-him as was here just now-'When Tom shut up the house, mate, to go to rack, the beds was left, all made, like as if somebody was a-going to sleep in every bed. And if you was to walk through the bedrooms now, you'd see the ragged mouldy bedclothes a heaving and a heaving like seas. And a heaving and a heaving with what?' he says. 'Why, with the rats under 'em.' Charles Dickens
sleep imagination sublime
'Mind and matter,' said the lady in the wig, 'glide swift into the vortex if immensity. Howls the sublime, and softly sleeps the calm Ideal, in the whispering chambers of Imagination.' Charles Dickens
sleep heart personality
--but I find her personality annoying. It's like being molested by a sleeping bag that speaks in Comic Sans with little love-hearts over the i's. Charles Stross
sleepy easy easy-road
Easy roads make sleepy travellers. Charles Spurgeon
sleep soul church
The fact is, brethren, we must have conversion work here. We cannot go on as some churches do without converts. We cannot, we will not, we must not, we dare not. Souls must be converted here, and if there be not many born to Christ, may the Lord grant to me that I may sleep in the tomb and be heard no more. Better indeed for us to die than to live, if souls be not saved. Charles Spurgeon
sleep gone wake-up
What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That was when you were born. Alan Watts
sleep acceptance creating-life
Everybody should do in their lifetime, sometime, two things. One is to consider death...to observe skulls and skeletons and to wonder what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up-never. That is a most gloomy thing for contemplation; it's like manure. Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on, so the contemplation of death and the acceptance of death is very highly generative of creating life. You'll get wonderful things out of that. Alan Watts
heart men compassion
Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day. Charles Dickens
heart thinking broken
The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day. Charles Dickens
heart men expectations
it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself. Charles Dickens
heart night cities
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Charles Dickens
heart literature emotion
There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated. Charles Dickens
heart soul tears
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof. Charles Dickens
heart lips my-heart
I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart Charles Dickens
heart faithful world
He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart. Charles Dickens
heart stronger tears
Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her! Charles Dickens