“She seemed a drift of fragile ash or snow, something impermanent that had blown into his arms accidentally: the petal of a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime… — Benjamin Copy Share Image
“…We love each other like this!… On my bed all in white, So white and vaporous like the flower of innocence, Like… — Delmira Agustini Copy Share Image
Jas in the Arab language is despair, And Min the darkest meaning of a lie. Thus cried the Jessamine among the flowers,… — Charles Godfrey Leland Copy Share Image
Soon will set in the fitful weather, with fierce gales and sullen skies and frosty air, and it will be time to… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
So great is the economy of nature, that most flowers which are fertilised by crepuscular or nocturnal insects emit their odour chiefly… — Charles Darwin Copy Share Image
I had wondered for a long time why God had preferences and why all souls did not receive an equal amount of… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I met Anne in the autumn... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey:… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Man, especially in our time, has without hesitation devastated wooded plains and valleys, polluted waters, disfigured the earth's habitat, made the air… — Pope John Paul II Copy Share Image
“That sacred army, that Christ espoused with his blood, displayed itself in the form of a white rose, but the Angel other,… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
If we constantly focus on the stones in our mortal path, we will almost surely miss the beautiful flower or cool stream… — Jeffrey R. Holland Copy Share Image
The spring wakes us, nurtures us and revitalizes us. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the… — Gary Zukav Copy Share Image
Magnus shrugged. "He also made inappropriate amorous advances to a startled grandmotherly sort selling flowers, an Irish wolfhound, and innocent hat stand… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Old white guys can be a funny bunch, can't they? The same anti-same-sex marriage, anti-affirmative action cadre can flower into the biggest… — John Ridley Copy Share Image
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Though we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
A little more kindness, A little less speed, A little more giving, A little less greed, A little more smile, A little… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Almost all people descend to meet. All association must be a compromise, and, what is worst, the very flower and aroma of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew,… — Megan Hart Copy Share Image
It seems to me as a woman's face doesna want flowers; it's almost like a flower itself… It's like when a man's… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“And as we stood there, a curious thing happened: a kind of window opened in the rain, just as if a cloud… — Francis Brett Young Copy Share Image
“Shadow walked the meadow, making his own slow circles around the trunk of the tree, gradually widening his circle. Sometimes he would… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Is that why we give flowers? To express admiration? Sometimes. But there are other reasons. A symbol of love or of commiseration.… — Susan Fletcher Copy Share Image
If you are weak, dependent upon others, inclined to allow yourself to be dominated by opinion, to take root wherever you see… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
You're beautiful like a flower More valuable than a diamond You are powerful like a fire... There is nothing in the world… — India.Arie Copy Share Image
It was a though we’d been living for a year in a dense grove of old trees, a cluster of firs, each… — David Abram Copy Share Image
“Cress?" "It's beautiful out there." A hesitation, before, "Could you be more specific?" "The sky is gorgeous, intense blue color." She pressed… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
“Midwinter" A blue sheen radiates from my clothes. Midwinter. Jangling tambourines of ice. I close my eyes. There is a soundless world… — Tomas Tranströmer Copy Share Image
When the dream in our heart is one that God has planted there, a strange happiness flowers into us. At that moment… — Catherine Marshall Copy Share Image
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“I am prophetic. I predicted it would snow tomorrow yesterday, and sure enough today it snowed. True, I’ve been saying it will… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Yes, it is true. I am a miracle. I am a miracle like a tree is a miracle, like a flower is… — Pablo Casals Copy Share Image
“I went round the side of the house, and stared at the garden in horror. The ivy had almost taken over. There… — Jacqueline Wilson Copy Share Image
“The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart. If you have ever recovered… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
What actually happens when you die is that your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died… — Mark Haddon Copy Share Image
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