To use Newton's words, our efforts up till this moment have but turned over a pebble or shell here and there on… — Frank Drake Copy Share Image
Be guided, only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I miss you Emma." I'm not sure, but it looks like her eyes tear up. "I was fine for months without you,"… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
To an eagle or to an owl or to a rabbit, man must seem a masterful and yet a forlorn animal; he… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride;… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“Duty, honor, country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A year and a half after the end of the war and the German occupation, Paris was muted and looked bruised and… — Paula Fox Copy Share Image
“When relationships lose their pitch through lack of interest and become stale or unbearable through enduring stealthy backbiting, the emotional house of… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers, And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers; A… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was… — John Keats Copy Share Image
As soon as I realized that I didn't need meat to survive or to be in good health, I began to see… — Cloris Leachman Copy Share Image
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. Life would split asunder without them. 'Come to tea, come to dinner, what's the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Here… our failures are known to every Tom Dick and Harry while our successes fall only on deaf ears. It’s death, hostile… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
