The world that was not mine yesterday now lies spread out at my feet, a splendor. I seem, in the middle of… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
There would have to be bread, some rich, whole-grain bread and zwieback, and perhaps on a long, narrow dish some pale Westphalian… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“But of course, it had all been her – by her and about her, and now she was back in the world,… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“Bloody evening sky A lonely boat travelled on the ocean of huge waves Headed in search of new land A child was… — Mehreen Ahmed Copy Share Image
This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself… — Banana Yoshimoto Copy Share Image
“The snow crystals . . . come to us not only to reveal the wondrous beauty of the minute in Nature, but… — Wilson A. Bentley Copy Share Image
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
The discipline, nonetheless, is exacting: everything that can be observed should be observed, even if it is only recalled as the bland… — Karl Barry Sharpless Copy Share Image
What Europe owes to the Jews? - Many things, good and bad, and above all one thing of the nature both of… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
“After a minute I leaned back, elbows on the table, and looked up for the twinkle of the first star in the… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“Writing is making love under a crescent moon: I see shadows of what’s to come, and it’s enough; I have faith in… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“In my opinion, it was chiefly owing to their deep contemplation in their silent retreats in the days of youth that the… — Francis Assikinack Copy Share Image
“Lovingly, yet sadly withal, does our evening sky bend over and meet the earth in the distance. It casts a mournful light… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“To the west, the sinking sun was a red orb, streaking the evening sky with wisps of dark gray and pink. Loretta… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“ The Voyager We are all lonely voyagers sailing on life's ebb tide, To a far off place were all stripling warriors… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
“I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” he asked smiling, knowing full well he heard me just fine. “I – LOVE… — Anna Lazaridis Copy Share Image
Can't you see me as king of the Hereford ranchers, Lucy?" "Oh, I can see you, all right... I can see you… — Charles M. Schulz Copy Share Image
“... a slipstream of darkness so complete it helps illuminate the evening sky. It's like somebody dropped a dome over the ocean… — Tim Latham Copy Share Image
And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
