If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience... would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
- Aberjhani
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes
My preference is for prose with more silence in it, language that contains more pockets of strangeness.
- Anthony Doerr
There are people who believe in an absolutely transparent prose; with every respect for clarity of expression, I don't.
- John M Ford
Lucy said, 'We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into our own world so often.'
'No fear of that,' said Aslan. 'Have you not guessed?'
Their hearts leapt, and a wild hope rose within them.
'There was a real railway accident,' said Aslan softly. 'Your father and mother and all of you are- as you used to call it in the Shadowlands- dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.
- C S Lewis
No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
No rose without a thorn. Yes, but many a thorn without a rose.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
Quietness rose within Aquila, easing his wild unrest as the salve was cooling the smart of his gashed side. But that was always the way with Brother Ninnias-- the quietness, the sense of sanctuary, were things that he carried with him.
- Rosemary Sutcliff
- Aberjhani
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes
My preference is for prose with more silence in it, language that contains more pockets of strangeness.
- Anthony Doerr
There are people who believe in an absolutely transparent prose; with every respect for clarity of expression, I don't.
- John M Ford
Lucy said, 'We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into our own world so often.'
'No fear of that,' said Aslan. 'Have you not guessed?'
Their hearts leapt, and a wild hope rose within them.
'There was a real railway accident,' said Aslan softly. 'Your father and mother and all of you are- as you used to call it in the Shadowlands- dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.
- C S Lewis
No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
No rose without a thorn. Yes, but many a thorn without a rose.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
Quietness rose within Aquila, easing his wild unrest as the salve was cooling the smart of his gashed side. But that was always the way with Brother Ninnias-- the quietness, the sense of sanctuary, were things that he carried with him.
- Rosemary Sutcliff
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