And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Quotes about briars (9 Quotes)
During our short sojourn here we are constantly changing. There is no such a thing as remaining always the same in any particular element. Our thoughts change. Our actions are not the same today as they were yesterday. We are constantly gathering new ideas, either bettering our lives, or making ourselves more unhappy. Collecting the beauties and sweets of this life is like gathering favorite roses from among the tangled briars. We pay dearly for the pleasure of having them. Yet we are told that this is but a 'preparatory school,' and the lessons we learn here are to make us more competent to enter into the higher departments of heaven. Let us strive on.
Wherever armies are stationed, briars and thorns grow. Great wars are always followed by famines.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown no traveler ever reached that blessed abode who found not thorns and briars in his road.
Weeds and nettles, briars and thorns, have thriven under your shadow, dissettlement and division, discontentment and dissatisfaction, together with real dangers to the whole
A cucumber is bitter.' Throw it away. 'There are briars in the road.' Turn aside from them. This is enough. Do not add, 'And why were such things made in the world
We are all making a crown for Jesus out of these daily lives of ours, either a crown of golden, divine love, studded with gems of sacrifice and adoration, or a thorny crown, filled with the cruel briars of unbelief, or selfishness, and sin....
Is your cucumber bitter Throw it away. Are there briars in your path Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world' neither intolerable nor everlasting if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it)or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility....
The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible.