As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon, So sophistry, cleaves close to, and protects Sin's rotten trunk, concealing its defects.
Wondrous interlacement! Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings; Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings, Sturdy morning-glory.helen hunt jackson
Wo rauff du nu?dein Hertz engest und verlessest, das ist eygentlich dein Gott. Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God.Martin Luther
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people’s body.georg büchner
The smell of subjectivity clings to the mechanical definition of complexity as stubbornly as it sticks to the definition of information.hans christian von baeyer
I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky. Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch One color, one glinting flash, of the splendor of things.robinson jeffers
Today the insatiable quest for profit promotes the new slavery. In bewildering ways, the new is more pernicious than the old, for the New American Slave is told he is free, and he clings to that myth as if his life depended upon it, a suspicion that cannot be totally ignored.gerry spence
Some might consider him as too fond of fame; for the desire for glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.Tacitus
We have ceased to be a nation under law but instead a homeland where the withered Bill of Rights, like a dead trumpet vine, clings to our pseudo-Roman columns.gore vidal
I feel my belief in sacrifice and struggle getting stronger. I despise the kind of existence that clings to the miserly trifles of comfort and self-interest. I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.william cowper
Father! forgive the heart that clings Thus trembling to the things of time, And bid my soul, on angel's wings Ascend into a purer clime.
I despise the kind of existence that clings to the miserly trifles of comfort and self-interest. I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate , when the flame that lighted the brightest movement of his life has weakened.