On the Iberian Peninsula in the Spanish-Portuguese area, southern France that high state of a culture existed there because of Africans known… — Malcolm X Copy Share Image
The mountains and moors, the wild uplands, are to be staked out like vampires in the sun, their chests pierced with rows… — Paul Kingsnorth Copy Share Image
My parents took me to the Bronte parsonage in England when I was a teenager. I had a fight with my mum,… — Eleanor Catton Copy Share Image
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now, Where… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Heathcliff. The "hero" of Wuthering Heights. Although no one knows why. He's mean, moody, and possibly a bit on the pongy side.… — Louise Rennison Copy Share Image
“The Moors were beautiful in their own way, and if their beauty was the quiet sort that required time and introspection to… — Seanan McGuire Copy Share Image
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Fare well we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away ere break of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather;… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
If a man in order to shoot a hare, were to discharge thousands of guns on a great moor in all possible… — J. W. N. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I know more about Emily Bronte than anyone I know. I know enough about her family to have been a part. I’ve… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
There came to port last Sunday night The queerest little craft, Without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked--and laughed.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We love and lose in China, we weep on England's moors, and laugh and moan in Guinea, and thrive on Spanish shores.… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
“The Moors exist in eternal twilight, in the pause between the lightning strike and the resurrection. They are a place of endless… — Seanan McGuire Copy Share Image
Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
What is that song they are singing Is it an old Yorkshire ditty you know like that 'On Ilkley Moor Bar T'at'… — Louise Rennison Copy Share Image
Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in… — John Keats Copy Share Image
I had known loneliness before, and emptiness upon the moor, but I had never been a NOTHING, a nothing floating on a… — Peter Carey Copy Share Image
They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the… — Rosamunde Pilcher Copy Share Image
“ALREADY KNOW the camp on the moors. It was here that Himmelstoss gave Tjaden his education. But now I know hardly anyone… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“The true Moors (Blacks) were later called blackamoors to distinguish them from the lightcomplexioned inhabitants of North Africa. The ancestors of the… — Aylmer Von Fleischer Copy Share Image
...it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Listen to th' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
