+ Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, Teeth, Truth, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, Memories, Rocks, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ If you must flie, flie well. Feraz Zeid, June 21, 2023December 12, 2023, George Herbert, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ It is good to have some friends both in heaven and hell. Feraz Zeid, September 23, 2023December 26, 2023, George Herbert, Friendship, Heaven, Hell, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ He that cockers his child, provides for his enemie. Feraz Zeid, September 19, 2023December 26, 2023, George Herbert, Children, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ Love makes a good eye squint. Feraz Zeid, July 14, 2023December 12, 2023, George Herbert, Eye, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, when once it is within thee. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, Alcohol, Drink, Glasses, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
+ Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Herbert, Gold, Hands, 0 - George Herbert Pastor · England
During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time. - Frank Bolles Author
Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking Explain - Friedrich Nietzsche Philosopher · Germany
The Snow-drop, Winter’s timid child, Awakes to life, bedew’d with tears. - Mary Robinson Politician · Ireland
They [potatoes] are good for boys cold fingers at suppertime on winter nights. - Mary Virginia Terhune
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. - May Sarton Poet · Belgium
