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Pasture, stone wall, and steeple, What most perturbs the mind: The heart-rending homely people, Or the horrible beautiful kind? Louise Bogan
The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone. Haruki Murakami
These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures. Terry Prachett
I have spent considerable of my leisure time in this past year in the improvement of my mind but I find that much of it has been spent extremely foolish and that walking in the pasture at dusk with virtuous, amiable and genteel young ladies I experience none but swineish passions. I commenced to read Russell’s Modern Europe sometime last summer. John Cheever
When dawn spread its cool clear flush over the meadows and fields and thorny pastures to the north and east, Duane pulled an old lawn chair out of the cabin and sat down to watch, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. It was chilly enough that he threw an old poncho over his lap. Larry McMurtry
Gerard Manley Hopkins quote: "ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorld ear, Pipe..."
ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorld ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear. Gerard Manley Hopkins
That over these sea pastures, wide rolling watery prairies, and Potters' Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; for here, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like some slumberers in their beds; the ever rolling waves but made so by the restlessness. Herman Melville
To be honest, I had been restless...The sensation would rise suddenly like freight from the ocean floor--the unexpected discontent of cows in their pasture. The constant chewing of all that cud. Sue Monk Kidd
Each day we live is a glass room. Until we break it with the thrusting. Of the spirit and pass through. The splintered walls to the green pastures. Where the birds and buds are breaking. Into fabulous song and hue. By the still waters.- Each Day We Live is a Glass Room Mervyn Peake
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want him for long. He maketh me to lie down in green pasturesand there are no green pastures. He leadeth me beside still watersand still waters run deep Ernest Hemingway
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen Stephen King
Truman Capote quote: "Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin'..."
Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky Truman Capote
Most of the afternoons I would pass looking out at the pasture. I soon began seeing things. A figure emerging from the birch woods and running straight in my direction. Usually it was the Sheep Man, but sometimes it was the Rat, sometimes my girlfriend. Other times it was the sheep with the star on it's back. Haruki Murakami
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem Khalil Gibran
Like sheep which, having been driven to a pasture, can now spread out at their leisure, the clouds began to drift. Afternoon sunlight sliced through into the still waters. The boomerang hung in the sky, and the boy thought he would have to find a new word for the way the colours glowed. In the meantime, he looked down at the water and tried out the word he'd been taught by his grandfather, who'd been taught it by his grandfather, and which had been kept for thousands of years for when it... Terry Prachett

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