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Who gathers the withered rose?
From a withered tree, a flower blooms
Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.
How withered away one can be from a life of unremitting toil.
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
The mind becomes withered, stagnant, narrow and closed unless it searches for new ideas.
You never make fun of anybody with a club foot or a withered arm, but it's open season on anybody who stutters.
As a single withered tree, if set aflame, causes a whole forest to burn, so does a rascal son destroy a whole family.
Conjugal love, or the friendship of spouses, can persist even after sexual desires have weakened, withered, and disappeared.
There never yet has been a great system sustained by force under which all the best faculties of men have not slowly withered.
The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you are for ever floored.
A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
No professional athlete likes to admit that he has played too long. There is too much money involved, rarely enough saved, and there is the eternal hope that age has not withered skills.
We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries.
The new game that I'm working on will be called 'FNAF World.' It will not be a horror game, but a role playing game where you create a party using the huge selection of characters from the 'FNaF' games, including the classic, withered, toy, phantom, and nightmare versions.
I had my fortune told once at the Great Wall of China. A withered old lady told my fortune - but it was probably one of these things that are set up to rip off tourists. She told me a couple of vague things that came true, but she was probably just lucky. I would never do it again.
One day, I was at my grandmother's house, and I found diaries that she kept as a young girl. I opened one to a page that had flowers glued inside. In her childish handwriting, my grandmother wrote, 'Pap died today. I am very sad.' The fact that this was true and that I could see the withered flowers made a huge impression on me.
