We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
When we say that Jesus Christ was produced without sexual union, was crucified and died, and rose again, and ascended to heaven,… — Justin Martyr Copy Share Image
The new wrinkle is that escalating advances in technology are nourishing the narcissistic ego the way chicken manure nourishes a rose bush,… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Love is both Creator's and Saviour's gospel to mankind; a volume bound in rose-leaves, clasped with violets, and by the beaks of… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
Don't put needless expense into painting a head! Don't try to match tints! Rose and pearly colours blend into each other so… — William Morris Hunt Copy Share Image
I wouldn't mind taking a chance at Real Time, I've always thought if I could pick my interviewer, it'd be Charlie Rose,… — Dick Van Dyke Copy Share Image
She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I… — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
We are the bird's eggs. Bird's eggs, flowers, butterflies, rabbits, cows, sheep, we are caterpillars; we are leaves of ivy and springs… — Susan Griffin Copy Share Image
Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight… — John Milton Copy Share Image
My parents had come from Mexico, a short road in my imagination. I felt myself as coming from a caramelized planet, an… — Richard Rodriguez Copy Share Image
Rose: "I was testing dorm security. It sucks." Dimitri: "You must be freezing. Do you want my coat?" Rose: "I'm fine. What… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me… And as to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Mother Atkinson thought that every one should have a trade, or something to make a living out of , for rich people… — Louisa M. Alcott Copy Share Image
In my house, the Rose Parade and the Rose Bowl Game have always been a grand tradition for ringing in the New… — Paula Deen Copy Share Image
A girl can dream." His eyebrows rose. "Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?" "Not exactly," I said, frowning at… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I've been led by my nose all my life and tried to make perfume by boiling sugar water in jam jars and… — Richard E. Grant Copy Share Image
Darling Daddy, This is Rose. The shed needs new wires now it has blown up. Caddy is bringing home rock-bottom boyfriends to… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The rose Created by God The beauty it portrays The love it displays But yet, the rose Became a painful thorn in… — Maisie Aletha Smikle Copy Share Image
“Rose LeBlanc got her name for a reason. She was full of fucking thorns. She was so beautiful—so ridiculously, unbelievably alluring—that just… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
However you disguise slavery, it is slavery still. Its chains, though wreathed with roses, not only fasten on the body but rivet… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
If Lady Gaga and Dorothy Parker had a secret love child, it would've been Gypsy Rose Lee. Gypsy arrived for opening nights… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
New Year's Day probably is not going to work. And one of the main reasons it's not going to work is that… — Audie Cornish Copy Share Image
“The rose is red, the violet's blue, Sugar's sweet and so are you. If you love me as I love you, No… — Maud Petersham Copy Share Image
Old Rose: It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets… — James Cameron Copy Share Image
The great triumph of the Sixties was to dramatize just how arbitrary and constructed the seeming normality of the Fifties had been.… — Edmund White Copy Share Image
Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the… — Cicely Mary Barker Copy Share Image
A rose won't get dirty if it's never benn touched. A heart won't break if it's never been loved.But hey, finding real… — Trinity Torres Copy Share Image
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I was fortunate to play for Pete Rose and have teammates like Ken Griffey Sr., Tony Perez and Dave Concepcion. I grew… — Eric Davis Copy Share Image
'Play It Again Sam's opening shot is the same as 'Purple Rose's final one: a close-up of a face, rapt in a… — David Rakoff Copy Share Image
The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
