A Quote by John Dryden

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave. — © John Dryden
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
Your soul’s desire are with you at birth like a hidden treasure chest of possibilities for you to discover as you grow and evolve into the person you were meant to be. Give voice to what you long for in the deepest place in your heart.
In 1859 the human race discovered a huge treasure chest in its basement. This was oil and gas, a fantastically cheap and easily available source of energy. We did, or at least some of us did, what anybody does who discovers a treasure in the basement - live it up, and we have been spending this treasure with great enjoyment
I grew up in an era where an orchestra was like a treasure chest.
Make your refrigerator or freezer like a treasure chest.
A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.
Libraries are community treasure chests, loaded with a wealth of information available to everyone equally, and the key to that treasure chest is the library card. I have found the most valuable thing in my wallet is my library card.
Poetry contains philosophy as the soul contains reason.
Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.
On staring out at a gloomy day: First you must realize that it is the day that is gloomy, not you. If you want to be gloomy, too, that's all right, but it's not mandatory.
The new world lies before her eyes like an opened chest of treasure, a flock of birds over Africa, a thousand TVs all playing at once.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
Here is the treasure chest of the world - the public library, or a bookstore.
Your treasure house is within; it contains all you'll ever need.
One of the things with the second record, a word I held close to my chest was 'brave.' To take chances to go outside the box and explore. To continue to toss off any expectation that our fans or anyone else might have of us, to just tap into who I am as a writer and artist and really just operate within that freedom of creation.
The recollection of an injury is . . . a rusty arrow and poison for the soul.
The soul is something which contains the body. The body doesn't contain the soul. The soul, if we put it into modern language, is the entire complex of relationships in whose context this organism exists.
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