The whole history of civilization is strewn with creeds and institutions which were invaluable at first, and deadly afterwards. - Walter Bagehot
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others. - Virginia Woolf
I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world - Gustave Flaubert
The strewn and tangled wreckage that litters our lives is the precious raw material from which great beginnings are forged. - Craig D. Lounsbrough
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others. - Virginia Woolf
Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck. - Immanuel Kant
Hate is strewn like confetti by the fear-fueled, specious, tiny- dicked (or un-tender) vacuous dictators, of any gender, whom never knew true love, only sadism. They ALL need some good pharma. - Elizabeth Lucye Robillard
I huddle in the dark with a mass of burnt matches strewn at my feet. And yet, for all of those matches I’ve not been able to light a single candle. And huddled in such deep darkness, I’ve somehow yet to realize that Christmas made both matches and candles forever obsolete. - Craig D. Lounsbrough
The trees and shrubs rear white arms to the sky on every side; and where were walls and fences, we see forms stretching in frolic gambols across the dusky landscape, as if Nature had strewn her fresh designs over the fields by night as models for man's art. - Henry David Thoreau
Philosophy is the toil which can never tire persons engaged in it. All ways are strewn with roses, and the farther you go, the more enchanting objects appear before you and invite you on. - Mary Wortley Montagu
I have become an orchidwashed in on the salt white beach.Memory,what can I make of it nowthat might please you-this life, already wastedand still strewn with miracles? - Mary Ruefle