“...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...”
“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.”
“Do not complain beneath the stars about the lack of bright spots in your life.”
“And that's when he saw, at last, why it was so sweet to be infinitesimal: because as we become nothing, beneath the stars, so too do our troubles.”
“But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.”
“We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.”