Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed as the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad… — Francis Scott Key Copy Share Image
You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“So I shall just imagine myself for a fortnight or so at one side of the fireplace of a country cottage, with… — Ford Madox Ford Copy Share Image
The genius of the Marx Brothers is for parody. They never are themselves. They exist too abundantly to be content with being… — Mark Van Doren Copy Share Image
“All those other summers and those other kisses and everything else we shared, my dad choosing some random lake in some random… — Nyrae Dawn Copy Share Image
Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally Id see their beauty and solemnity so plainly… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“Another uplifting development was Amy’s recovery from her ordeal. Loretta could scarcely believe how quickly the child was regaining her former gaiety,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Naked solitude with neither gesture nor word. Transparent in the orchard, smooth as oil on the hill. Silent solitude with neither fragrance… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
I saw you stare at the sky tonight Millions of stars that always makes you peaceful You are the girl that lures… — Sanee Copy Share Image
“Who is that girl?” Loretta demanded one evening. “What girl?” Hunter felt heat rising up his neck and avoided meeting his wife’s… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Encircled by the social thoughts of Christmas-time, still let the benignant figure of my childhood stand unchanged! In every cheerful image and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Blue Eyes, you will be a fine wife in time,” he said gravely. “No, I won’t.” Her gaze flew to his, brimming… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“RIDE A WHITE SWAN" "Ride it on out like a bird in the skyway, Ride it on out like you were a… — Marc Bolan Copy Share Image
“Algol is the name of the winking demon star, Medusa of the skies; fair but deadly to look on, even for one… — Elizabeth Redfern Copy Share Image
“But you are not,” Magnus said. “He is not dead, Will. He lives because you let him go. He would have stayed… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.… — Thomas Wolfe Copy Share Image
