The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers… — Julian Grenfell Copy Share Image
“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps, Plastic… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
In today's politics, it would be good to have politicians who are more upfront about what they felt and actually not trying… — Jim Broadbent Copy Share Image
I can pass days Stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees, Watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,-- The breeze… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming - An… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
You still really fight for good parts. It never stops. It's never a breeze. The people at the top of their game… — Steve Zahn Copy Share Image
I'm thankful for a pair of shoes that feel really good on my feet; I like my shoes. I'm thankful for the… — Johnny Cash Copy Share Image
It should be for satsang that we go to spiritual centers. By going there, people who are involved in the world can… — Mata Amritanandamayi Copy Share Image
And yet I do love a kind of light, melody, fragrance, food, embracement when I love my God; for He is the… — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields... NO, YOU CAN'T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I ought to respect myself for my friends' sake, and my children's. It is time, at fifty-six, to begin, at least, to… — John Constable Copy Share Image
The gay bunting erects his white crest, and gives utterance to the joy he feels in the presence of his brooding mate;… — John James Audubon Copy Share Image
It felt as if maybe the curse had lifted, the tide had shifted, but then the breeze picked up and a skeet… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
How innocent were these Trees, that in Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze, Stood garlanded and gay; Who now in sundown… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
Can man be so age-stricken that no faintest sunshine of his youth may re visit him once a year? It is impossible.… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
What would happen if history could be rewritten as casually as erasing a blackboard? Our past would be like the shifting sands… — Michio Kaku Copy Share Image
Nature is beautiful, and you are in her bosom. That voice of comfort which speaks in the breezes of morning, may visit… — Humphry Davy Copy Share Image
Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a… — Malvina Reynolds Copy Share Image
Be faithful, be vigilant, be untiring in your efforts to break every yoke, and let the oppressed go free. Come what may… — William Lloyd Garrison Copy Share Image
From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance… — Hamlin Garland Copy Share Image
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. Don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open… — Cole Porter Copy Share Image
She spends time online, doing this and that, but nothing is better. All a sudden, breeze feels her face and blows her… — Missing Muffin Copy Share Image
Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
We have known for a long time that Prince Charles' empty sails are so rigged as to be swelled by any passing… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share Image
Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Up with life. Stamp out all small and large indignities. Leave everyone alone to make it without pressure. Down with hurting. Lower… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
When you live on Cold Mountain long enough the autumns pass quickly When you live alone you have no worries When you… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
I paused to listen to the silence. My breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a… — Richard E. Byrd Copy Share Image
We, Seth, Emperor of Azania, Chief of Chiefs of Sakuyu, Lord of Wanda and Tyrant of the Seas, Bachelor of the Arts… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
When the supreme violence of a furious wind upon the sea sweeps over the waters the chief admiral of a fleet along… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
The pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
What have the nibblers ever done for you?" The breeze ruffled her hair, pushing it back from her face, giving him a… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Right-thinking people are not supposed to discuss any meteorological or geophysical event - a hurricane, a wildfire, a heat wave, a drought,… — Joel Achenbach Copy Share Image
Even if it means oblivion, friends, I'll welcome it, because it won't be nothing. We'll be alive again in a thousand blades… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
