There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .

Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

"But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

I'm certainly not the first person to be in a relationship with a younger man but somehow I was plucked out as a bit of a poster girl.

Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings and making music with them.

I never let anyone pluck including myself unless my mom approves. She guards my eyebrows. She's like the eyebrow police!

I don't have to do a lot to my eyebrows. My mom always told me not to pluck them which is great advice.

I've never had my brows done - I tweeze them myself. I used to watch my mom pluck her brows that's how I learned.

Once in high school I completely over plucked my left eyebrow all the way up to where you're not supposed to. I had no idea what I was doing and it looked terrible! My mom was like 'What did you do to yourself?' I was so embarrassed.

All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.

I want it said of me by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.