Contrary to what Kafka does, I always like to refer all of my fictions to the level of reality, He, on the other hand, leaves them at an imaginary level.
No matter what trials we face, Christ never leaves us. He is with us every step of the way!
Happy, happy, happy for all that God hath done, Glad of all the little leaves dancing in the sun.
To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field; Odours that rise When the spade wounds the root of tree, Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, Rhubarb or celery; The smoke's smell, too, Flowing from where a bonfire burns The dead, the waste, the dangerous, And all to sweetness turns. It is enough To smell, to crumble the dark earth, While the robin sings over again Sad songs of Autumn mirth. " - A poem called DIGGING.
Moving from an objective statement of fact to a subjective statement of value does not work, because it leaves open questions that have not been answered.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,-and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
He who leaves school, knowing little, but with a longing for knowledge, will go farther than one who quits, knowing many things, but not caring to learn more.
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.
it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.
Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.
Slavery may, perhaps, be best compared to the infantile disease of measles; a complaint which so commonly attacks the young of humanity in their infancy, and when gone through at that period leaves behind it so few fatal marks; but which when it normally attacks the fully developed adult becomes one of the most virulent and toxic of diseases, often permanently poisoning the constitution where it does not end in death.
Every good writer I know needs to go into some deep, quiet place to do work that is fully imagined. And what the Internet brings is lots of vulgar data. It is the antithesis of the imagination. It leaves nothing to the imagination.
In planning any type of offense, when a player leaves a spot always replace him with another offensive player.
This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.
At the heart of the matter is a battle between wish and fear. Fear generally proves stronger than a wish, but it leaves a taste of disappointment on the tongue.
Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.