Categorie: English proverbs and sayings in pictures

Donal Ryan: (born 1976). Irish writer. He has published seven novels and one short story collection. In 2016, novelist and playwright Sebastian Barry described Ryan in The Guardian as “the king of the new wave of Irish writers”. All of his novels have been number one bestsellers in Ireland. That’s the thing about December—it goes… Lees verder Donal Ryan

If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.

There is no reason for optimism; we cannot afford pessimism.

What happens when you don’t find that right person? Do you just spend the rest of your life in a relationship where the conversation isn’t great, everything isn’t perfect, but it’s nice and sweet?

Call on God, but row away from the rocks.

They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.

When someone leaves you once, you expect it to happen again. Eventually you stop getting close enough to people to let them become important to you, because then you don’t notice when they drop off your world.

Flora Jane Thompson: (née Timms; 5 December 1876 – 21 May 1947) English novelist and poet best known for her semi-autobiographical trilogy about the English countryside, Lark Rise to Candleford. So quiet and subtle is the beauty of December that escapes the notice of many people their whole lives through. Colour gives way to form—every… Lees verder Flora Thompson

Dante (Durante) di Alighiero degli Alighieri: (Florence, between 14 May and 13 June 1265 – Ravenna, 14 September 1321). Italian poet, writer, moral philosopher and short-lived politician. His main work is considered La divina commedia (translation The Divine Comedy). It is a poem in three parts about a journey through the afterlife, from Hell (Inferno),… Lees verder Dante

Sarah Doudney: (15 January 1841, Portsea, Portsmouth, Hampshire – 8 December 1926, Oxford). English fiction writer and poet. She is best known for her children’s literature and her hymns. Farewell, old year; we walk no more together; I catch the sweetness of thy latest sigh, and, crowned with yellow brake and withered heather, I see… Lees verder Sarah Doudney