Yasunari Kawabata (1899–1972) Japanese author, Nobel Prize winner
Japan, the Beautiful and Myself (1969)
Yasunari Kawabata (1899–1972) Japanese author, Nobel Prize winner
Japan, the Beautiful and Myself (1969)
Edith Wharton book The House of Mirth
Source: "The House of Mirth" http://books.google.com/books?id=plFdLlYHwZ8C&pg=PA69&lpg=PA69&dq=No+insect+hangs+its+nest+on+threads+as+frail+as+those+which+will+sustain+the+weight+of+human+vanity.&source=bl&ots=j0EPPhjIZW&sig=MQMjyNy5yKK97Ok4bGqRWfC3obE&hl=en&ei=T5F0TMqyMIuisAOczpyMBg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4&ved=0CCEQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=No%20insect%20hangs%20its%20nest%20on%20threads%20as%20frail%20as%20those%20which%20will%20sustain%20the%20weight%20of%20human%20vanity.&f=false (1905), ch. X, pg. 69
“Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade.”
Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) English short-story writer, poet, and novelist
Source: Complete Verse
Simon Hoggart (1946–2014) English journalist and broadcaster
Quoted by Rod Liddell, Guardian, 18 Sep 2002 http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,3604,793988,00.html
“A church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon”
Jonathan King (1944) English singer, songwriter, impresario, record producer and film director
Song: Everyone's gone to the Moon
Becky Stark (1976) American singer
Garden Rose
Imagine Our Love (2007)
Context: I'll never stop a bullet but a bullet might stop me.
I'll never drink the ocean but the ocean might drink me.
And I'll never raise a portrait to a gentle man in blue
And I'll never sing a love song for a love that isn't true. I love how the garden grows
And I love the garden rose.
“One winter night when he was a boy … he first saw a ring around the moon.”
John Crowley (1942) American writer
Bk. 1, Ch. 1
Little, Big: or, The Fairies' Parliament (1981)
Context: One winter night when he was a boy … he first saw a ring around the moon. He stared up at it, immense, icy, half as wide as the night sky, and grew certain that it could only mean the End of the World. He waited thrilled in that suburban yard for the still night to break apart in apocalypse, all the while knowing in his heart that it would not: that there is nothing in this world not proper to it and that it contains no such surprises.
Dora Read Goodale (1866–1953) U.S. poet
Red Clover; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 122.
“it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you”
E.E. Cummings (1894–1962) American poet
92
95 poems (1958)
Variant: it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you