The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.
O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
the soul of conversation is sympathy
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
By focusing on positive, healthy motivations and letting the more negative ones pass, you can purify the source of you imaginative power.
How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact. " My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?
Great contests generally excite great animosities.
But in practice, if often comes down to not suffering a loss as big as the huge gain you made a while ago.