Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night. Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free, To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea! No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call, The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all. What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives? He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives. Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove, And sweet are the sands at the full o' the moon with the sound of the voices we love; But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam's glee; Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea.
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Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
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Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this - when lovelier sights will meet your eyes than any waving trees or rippling waters - when angel-hands shall undraw your curtains, and sweeter tones than ever loving Mother breathed shall wake you to a new and glorious day - and when all the sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this little earth, shall be forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past!
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Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure, making the music sound sweeter, the wine taste richer, the laughter ring louder because they are there.
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If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.
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A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves, yet just when you open your mouth she stands there demure with that special look in her eyes. A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.
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Life is grown sweeter and lonelier, And death is no evil.
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Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think the fools.
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Sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. For there is music wherever there is harmony, order and proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres; for those well ordered motions, and regular paces, though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding they strike a note most full of harmony.
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The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.
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The older the fiddle the sweeter the tune.
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Success is sweet and sweeter if long delayed and gotten through many struggles and defeats.
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The butcher relenteth not at the bleating of the lamb; neither is the heart of the cruel moved with distress. But the tears of the compassionate are sweeter than dew-drops, falling from roses on the bosom of spring.
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Sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. For there is music where ever there is a harmony, order, or proportion: and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.
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Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Why will we struggle to attain, and strive, When all we gain is but an empty dream?-- Better, unto my thinking, doth it seem To end it all and let who will survive; To find at last all beauty is but dust; That love and sorrow are the very same; That joy is only suffering's sweeter name; And sense is but the synonym of lust. Far better, yea, to me it seems to die; To set glad lips against the lips of Death-- The only thing God gives that comforteth, The only thing we do not find a lie.
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The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe
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I saw on this nature show how the male elk douses himself with urine to smell sweeter to the opposite sex. What a coincidence!
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All earthly delights are sweeter in expectation than in enjoyment; but all spiritual pleasures more in fruition than in expectation.
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Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.
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In my opinion, the most fruitful and natural play of the mind is in conversation. I find it sweeter than any other action in life; and if I were forced to choose, I think I would rather lose my sight than my hearing and voice. The study of books is a drowsy and feeble exercise which does not warm you up.
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Now I feel as if I should succeed in doing something in mathematics, although I cannot see why it is so very important... The knowledge doesn't make life any sweeter or happier, does it?
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Dragging out life to the last possible second is not living to the best effect. The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat. The best of life, P...
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How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand.
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The primary purpose of education is not to teach you to earn your bread, but to make every mouthful sweeter.
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The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune.
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O, the world hath not a sweeter creature! She might lie by an emperor's side and command him tasks.
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Of all nature's gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children?
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Of all nature's gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children
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