Rolling stones gather no moss. [ Proverb ]

A rolling stone gathers no moss. [ Proverb ]

The rolling year is full of Thee. [ Thomson ]

Wave rolling after wave in torrent rapture. [ Milton ]

The stone that is rolling can gather no moss,
Who often removeth is suer of loss. [ Tusser ]

Evil, like a rolling stone upon a mountain-top,
A child may first impel, a giant cannot stop. [ Trench ]

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread.
Eternal sunshine settles on its head. [ Goldsmith ]

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name. [ William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream ]

As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections. [ Mrs. Jameson ]

The rolling billows beat the rugged shore, as they the earth would shoulder from her seat. [ Spenser ]

Patience is the ballast of the soul that will keep it from rolling and tumbling in the greatest storms. [ Bishop Hopkins ]

It would be well for us all, old and young, to remember that our words and actions, ay, and our thoughts also, are set upon never-stopping wheels, rolling on and on unto the pathway of eternity. [ M. M. Brewster ]

The common cause of waves is the friction of the wind upon the surface of the water; little ridges or elevations first appear, which by continuance of the force gradually increase until they become the rolling mountains seen where the wind sweeps over a great extent of water. [ F. Marryatt ]

The stifled hum of midnight, when traffic has lain down to rest, and the chariot wheels of Vanity, still rolling here and there through distant streets are bearing her to halls roofed in and lighted to the due pitch for her; and only vice and misery, to prowl or to moan like night birds, are abroad. [ Carlyle ]

Ahab cast a covetous eye at Naboth's vineyard, David a lustful eye at Bathsheba. The eye is the pulse of the soul; as physicians judge of the heart by the pulse, so we by the eye; a rolling eye, a roving heart. The good eye keeps minute time, and strikes when it should; the lustful, crochet-time, and so puts all out of tune. [ Rev. T. Adams ]

That great mystery of time, were there no other; the illimitable, silent never-resting thing called time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are and then are not - this is for ever very literally a miracle, a thing to strike us dumb; for we have no word to speak about it. [ Carlyle ]

All things are engaged in writing their history. The planet, the pebble, goes attended by its shadow. The rolling rock leaves its scratches on the mountain; the river, its channel in the soil; the animal, its bones in the stratum; the fern and leaf, their modest epitaph in the coal. The falling drop makes its sculpture in the sand or the stone. Not a foot steps into the snow or along the ground, but prints, in characters more or less lasting, a map of its march. Every act of the man inscribes itself in the memories of its fellows, and in his own manners and face. The air is full of sounds, the sky of tokens, the ground is all memoranda and signatures, and every object covered over with hints which speak to the intelligent. [ Emerson ]