I don't fear death; I fear remaining silent in the face of injustice. I am young and I want to live. But… — Malalai Joya Copy Share Image
The forest stretched on seemingly forever with the most monotonous predictability, each tree just like the next - trunk, branches, leaves; trunk,… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
The conduct and manners of women, in fact, evidently prove that their minds are not in a healthy state; for, like the… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“You may live or work around a bunch of weeds, but don’t let that stop you from blooming. Realize that your environment… — Joel Osteen Copy Share Image
“Flowers bloomed without glimpsing your smile in spring, leaves have fallen in autumn chiming in with the gloom, the chill of winter… — Elizabeth E. Castillo Copy Share Image
Pale purple as the bloom om a ripe plum, veined with the gold of late flowering gorse, set with small slender birches,just… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
I was born to catch dragons in their dens And pick flowers To tell tales and laugh away the morning To drift… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
“The emptiness imparts a strange melancholy which she could never express...except to think of bare trees under a white winter sky, empty… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is to prepare to hear some day the music of the spheres that I am always turning my ears to… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“Nothing is ordinary,' said the tyger. 'Everything is extraordinary. In all of infinity and eternity, that flower exists only in this world;… — S.F. Said Copy Share Image
My worship is of a very strange kind. In this, Ganga water is not required. No special utensils are necessary. Even flowers… — Lahiri Mahasaya Copy Share Image
Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it. Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing, where something… — Jalal Ad-Din Rumi Copy Share Image
I crave and seek a natural explanation of all phenomena upon this earth, but the word 'natural' to me implies more than… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
I'd like to go to another planet, which I might live long enough to accomplish. Just get on a spaceship and go.… — Shirley MacLaine Copy Share Image
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time… — Mitchell Burgess Copy Share Image
It is better just to get on with the business of living and minding your own business and maybe, if God likes… — Bryce Courtenay Copy Share Image
I did not want to be a tree, a flower or a wave. In a dancer's body, we as audience must see… — Martha Graham Copy Share Image
“I stood transfixed, the silence ringing in my ears. From the field of wild grasses; cocksfoot, tufted hair, wild oat, tall fescue,… — Nell Grey Copy Share Image
“Then a severe frost succeeds which prepares it to receive the voluminous coat of snow which is soon to follow; though it… — H. St. John de Crèvecoeur Copy Share Image
I see a flower. It gives me a sensation of the beautiful. I wish to paint it. And as soon as I… — Georges Vantongerloo Copy Share Image
I often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use one life, already… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“Spring is like a perhaps hand Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people… — E. E. Cummings Copy Share Image
Never to tire, never to grow cold; to be patient, sympathetic, tender; to look for the budding flower and the opening heart;… — Henri Frederic Amiel Copy Share Image
Know how to get close to it: mountains are often seen from far off - beautiful, interesting, full of challenges. But what… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“THINGS TO DO THIS SUMMER 1. Make Father Mickey lose his black Irish temper. 2. Wear a turtleneck, take in a deep… — Lesley Kagen Copy Share Image
My mother could never have said she loved fall, but as she walked down the steps with her suitcase in hand toward… — Dinaw Mengestu Copy Share Image
“They had expected to see the grey, heathery slope of the moor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“At April' Toss your gay heads, Brown girl trees; Toss your gay lovely heads; Shake your brown slim bodies; Stretch your brown… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The rule of no realm is mine. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Not forever does the bulbul sing In balmy shades of bowers, Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom the flowers. Not… — Khushwant Singh Copy Share Image
“Color is the soul’s softest whisper,... a tender touch in darkness, yet it reveals itself neither through fragility nor delicacy,... but through… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentle hand, Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If you bend a branch until it's horizontal, the sap will slow to a stopping point: a comma or colon, made of… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
