— John Keats English Romantic poet 1795 - 1821
Context: Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core. "Faery Songs", I (1818)
„Our ways go wide and I know not whither,
But my song will search through the worlds for you,
Till the Seven Seas waste and the Seven Stars wither,
And the dream of the heart comes true.“
— Edwin Markham American poet 1852 - 1940
Context: p>Our ways go wide and I know not whither, But my song will search through the worlds for you, Till the Seven Seas waste and the Seven Stars wither, And the dream of the heart comes true.I am out to the roads and the long, long questing, On dark tides driven, on great winds blown: I pass the runs of the world, unresting, I sail to the unknown.</p
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
„With good behavior I'll be out in seven years
Don't worry over me or shed any tears
I've learned a lot in here and I know what a chance I blew
The next time I won't make the same mistake
I'll shoot the camera out too
I'm learning all kinds of things you can do
When you're broke“
— Todd Snider American singer 1966
„After seven years of marriage,
He wanted out.
Now after seven months of freedom,
It's clear that there's no doubt.She's gonna make it,
And he never will.
He's at the foot of the mountain,
And she's over that hill.
He's sinkin' at sea,
And her sails are filled.
She's gonna make it,
And he never will.“
— Garth Brooks American country music artist 1962
She's Gonna Make It, written by Kent Blazy, Kim Williams, and G. Brooks.
— Billy Graham American Christian evangelist 1918
— Walter Scott Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771 - 1832
Woodstock (1826), Ch. 28.
— John Napier Scottish mathematician 1550 - 1617
— Julia Child American chef 1912 - 2004
— Lewis H. Lapham American journalist 1935
Chapter 9, Coined Souls, p. 227
— Fernando Pessoa Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and philosopher 1888 - 1935
Original: Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal São lágrimas de Portugal! Poem "Mar Português", Verses 1-2