More and more, when I single out the person out who inspired me most, I go back to my grandfather.
James Earl JonesRead
In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.
Interpretation
The rarity and value of citrus fruit in snowy conditions makes it a precious treat.
This quote by James Earl Jones highlights the joy and appreciation of simple pleasures, particularly during difficult times. In the context of winter, where citrus fruit is rare, receiving such a gift is akin to receiving something divine and extraordinary, signifying how scarcity can enhance our appreciation for the things we cherish.
In practice
Sharing this quote during a winter gathering can evoke nostalgia for rare and cherished moments.
More and more, when I single out the person out who inspired me most, I go back to my grandfather.
Love was just a word to me. Until you came along and gave it meaning.
The goal wasn't to be a millionaire or to be a Hollywood star. That was not the goal. The goal was something about - the goal was to find the goal, but I knew where it was.
Just so you know, there's a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, I guess I always will.
You sang in church, you know, and you didn't act at all. You tried not to act, you tried to tell the truth. The idea of being a troubadour on the road singing for your supper was very disturbing to him.
There's nothing I would retire for, so I won't retire.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
I've been bitten by a python. Not a very big one. I was being silly, saying: 'Oh, it's not poisonous...' Then, wallop! But you have fear around animals.
Give me strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.
A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.
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