Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Silence is more musical than any song.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
My heart is like a singing bird.