Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Adela Florence Nicolson More Quotes by Adela Florence Nicolson More Quotes From Adela Florence Nicolson Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire. Adela Florence Nicolson virtue devotion desire Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think. Adela Florence Nicolson fighting men thinking Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door. Adela Florence Nicolson marijuana weed doors I shall go the way of the open sea, Adela Florence Nicolson ocean love memories For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give. Adela Florence Nicolson fate acceptance giving Red lips like a living, laughing rose. Adela Florence Nicolson red rose laughing I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name. Adela Florence Nicolson cool me you sea
