- We gaze up at the same stars, the sky covers us all, the same universe encompasses us. What does it matter what practical system we adopt in our search for the truth? Not by one avenue only can we arrive at so tremendous a secret. (Symmachus)
- The Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came out in the heavens; and the fire-flies mimicked them in the lower air, as men may feebly imitate the goodness of a better order of beings (Little Dorrit - Dickens)
- I loved you, I loved your face, like a wellspring trapped by storms, and the secret of your domain enclosing my caress. (Rene Char)
- This winter in a rosy railroad car/With blue upholstery/We shall be snug. Nestsful of kisses are/Waiting for us in every padded cranny.
- To be born with the spring, and with the roses die,/On the wing of the breeze swim through the sky so pure,/Balanced on the breast of flowers barely closed,/Drinking in their perfumes, the light and the blue sky,/Shaking off, still so young, the dust upon its wings,/Flying off like a breath to the eternal vault,/This is the butterfly's enchanted destiny! (Lamartine)
- Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. (Hosseini)
- We have lost even this twilight./No one saw us this evening hand in hand/while the blue night dropped on the world.[...]Sometimes a piece of sun/burned like a coin in my hand. (Neruda)
- Translations, according to a cynical, sexist wheeze, are like mistresses; the faithful ones are apt to be ugly, and the beautiful ones false. (Robert M. Adams)
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