It is necessary to
It is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing. Galway Kinnell
Brows
What is easy to
What is easy to read has been difficult to write. The labour of writing and rewriting, correcting and recorrecting, is the due exacted by every good book from its author, even if he knows from the beginning exactly what he wants to say. A limpid style is invariably the result of hard labour, and the … Read more
In the beginning, Adam
In the beginning, Adam — not Eve— was instructed to earn the bread by the sweat of his brow. Contrary to conventional wisdom, a mother’s calling is in the home, not in the marketplace. Ezra Taft Benson
I’ve never been able
I’ve never been able to feel that there is anything undignified about making your living by the sweat of your brow. Ethel Waters
If you set your
If you set your heart upon philosophy, you must straightway prepare yourself to be laughed at and mocked by many who will say Behold a philosopher arisen among us! or How came you by that brow of scorn? But do you cherish no scorn, but hold to those things which seem to you the best, … Read more
I’ve never had my
I’ve never had my brows done – I tweeze them myself. I used to watch my mom pluck her brows, that’s how I learned. Emmy Rossum
Love is like the
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath … Read more
I count no more
I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow,- Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it … Read more
Girls blush, sometimes, because
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who’s sorry for a gnat or girl? Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We see time\\’s furrows
We see time’s furrows on another’s brow, And death intrench’d, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see! Edward Young