“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
(― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds)
Be like the needle, it does join darn remove thorns cure and usher to the right way.
(Be useful everywhere.)
The night is equally indebted to the clarion of the cock, with wakeful hope, from the very setting of the sun, prematurely ushering in the dawn.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 40, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Gold and silver may perish with the forces of nature. But a good piece of literature could pass along to the next generations, ushering mankind to a better world.
(Rose Marie Juan-Austin)
Turning the last page of a well-loved book, with one's thoughts already upon the next, or upon the cake rising in the oven, or the clothes that need washing - that is the essence of a goodbye, whether it is a hug or a wave or just one yearning look. You usher one epoch out the door and the other in; and for that one fleeting moment you belong half to each.
[Anarchism] is the philosophy of the sovereignty of the individual. It is the theory of social harmony. It is the great, surging, living truth that is reconstructing the world, and that will usher in the Dawn.
(Emma Goldman (1869-1940), U.S. anarchist and author; born in Russia. Anarchism and Other Essays, 3rd rev. ed., ch. 1 (1917).)
Washington is a city of locker-room boys, and all the old, outmoded notions apply: men and women are ushered to separate rooms after dinner, sex is dirty, and they are still serving onion-soup dip.
(Nora Ephron (b. 1941), U.S. author and humorist. Crazy Salad, ch. 15 (1973).
A dip made of sour cream and Lipton's onion soup mix was popular, though sneered at by gourmets, beginning sometime in the 1950s or sixties.)
In childhood, death stirred me not; in middle age, it pursued me like a prowling bandit on the road; now, grown an old man, it boldly leads the way, and ushers me on.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. Mardi (1849), ch. 185, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 3, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1970).
Spoken by Mohi, the historian.)