A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
All my laurels you have riven away, and my roses; yet in spite of you, there is one crown I bear away with me... One thing without stain, unspotted from the world, in spite of doom mine own! And that is... my white plume.
All our souls are written in our eyes
My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.
Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
Well when I write my book, and tell the tale of my adventures--all these little stars that shake out of my cloak-- I must save those to use for asterisks!
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
And what is a kiss, specifically A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb to love. A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip 'Forever'.
It is coming... I feel Already shod with marble... gloved with lead... Let the old fellow come now He shall find me On my feet sword in hand He draws his sword. I can see him there he grins He is looking at my nose that skeleton What's that you say Hopeless Why, very well But a man does not fight merely to win No, no, better to know one fights in vain ... You there, Who are you A hundred against one I know them now, my ancient enemies He lunges at the empty air. Falsehood ... There There Prejudice Compromise Cowardice Thrusting What's that No Surrender No Never never ... Ah, you too, Vanity I know you would overthrow me in the end No I fight on I fight on I fight on.
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life, without a dream?
I recoil, overcome with the glory of my rosy hue and the knowledge that I, a mere cock, have made the sun rise.
A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
My pessimism goes to the point of suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories