Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

Laurie Lee
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies...
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies...
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies...
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies...
About This Quote

In this quote, Samuel Taylor Coleridge was speaking about the world as a stage, and all of the treasures that it can hold. That’s what makes life so beautiful. He was also speaking about the different things that make up our world, as well as the beauty behind them. Those small things are what make us happy, and those beautiful things make our hearts sing.

Source: Cider With Rosie

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