Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming alone.
George Moore.
“We live in our desires rather than in our achievements”
“Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!”
“The difficulty of life is in the choice.”
“So long as one does not despair so long as one doesn't look upon life bitterly things work out fairly well in the end.”
“Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.”
“After all there is but one race - humanity.”
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
“I stopped in front of a florist's window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors selling their daily poisoned flowers. Facing me...”
“Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. "Anemone," he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the word until she had it right. "Find me a silk to match that.”