Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.
If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you. -Gabriel Oak