Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power Withers the beauty's transient flower.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.
A sense of humor always withers in the presence of the messianic delusion, like justice and truth in front of patriotic passion.
The gray-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate A sea of lead, a sky of slate Already autumn in the air, alas One stark monotony of stone The long hotel, acutely white, Against the after-sunset light Withers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.
Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away, but love stays with us. Love is God.
One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast withers as rapidly; and that which grows slow endures.
The state is not abolished, it withers away.
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
There is no royal road to anything, one thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.
The vilest deeds like poison-weeds Bloom well in prison-air It is only what is good in Man That wastes and withers there Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate And the warder is Despair.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.
Lo now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
Bill Withers and Curtis Mayfield, those are the people who informed me in playing the bass.
In the weltering hell of the Moorooroo plain The Yatala Wangary withers and dies, And the Worrow Wanilla, demented with pain, To the Woolgoolga woodlands Despairingly flies.
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