The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Meanwhile, as we read, two little girls slept as if couched on zephyrs on the south side of the parlor floor, in… — Mary Cantwell Copy Share Image
What are you listening to?" "I picked up a DVD for Luke while I was out. Something with Mozart and sock puppets."… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
what's your name?" what?" i asked, squinting at the light. your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. you know my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
When [my dad] was at the University of Michigan, my mom was a social-worker. As he rose, he voted for [Adlai] Stevenson… — Bill Ayers Copy Share Image
“So, of course Rose decided this would be a good time to discuss such matters. “I would also like to know if… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share Image
Back in the 1970s, Kodak tried to give $25m to a black civil rights organisation in Rochester, New York. The company's shareholders… — Noreena Hertz Copy Share Image
The history of Buenos Aires is written in its telephone directory. Pompey Romanov, Emilio Rommel, Crespina D. Z. de Rose, Ladislao Radziwil,… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
No Senses stronger than his brain can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns:… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. "Here." I picked it up and smelled it. He… — Charles Martin Copy Share Image
My teacher, my great cello teacher Leonard Rose, was such a great cellist, and nurturing man, very patient. But I grew up… — Yo-Yo Ma Copy Share Image
Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?...I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Lily slumped, putting her shaking hands on his shoulders. "But you will, won't you?" Pansy's voice broke into a sob. "Yes, Pan,"… — Jessica Day George Copy Share Image
And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a… — Sarah Smiley Copy Share Image
She loved Bram in a clear-eyed way she’d never loved her ex-husband, no rose-colored glasses or mindless giddiness, no Cinderella fantasies or… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
Once," Balinda begins softly, "when I was in the emergency room with my mother they brought in a murderer who had been… — Kris Radish Copy Share Image
With the garden I planted for the Reina Sofia, each plant related to different celebrations along the calendar - Christmas with evergreen… — Pierre Huyghe Copy Share Image
The War of the Roses in England and the Civil War in America were both intestinal conflicts arising out of similar ideas.… — J. F. C. Fuller Copy Share Image
An educator should think of a child as a gardener thinks of a plant, as something to be made to grow by… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
“The rose, however, made us girls somewhat fainthearted, because it really was something we felt mattered, the white bridal dream with the… — Janne Teller Copy Share Image
I watched the night sky with it's countless stars and its moon, and I wondered about the universe and all that had… — Patrick Carman Copy Share Image
Stop smiling!” she ordered. “I can see you, Carter. Oh…and, uh, hullo, Walt.” The pot monster made squeaky grinding noises as it… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
I am thrilled to be working with Lane Bryant on this collaboration. Designing apparel women can feel confident and beautiful in has… — Lela Rose Copy Share Image
we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its… — Tupac Shakur Copy Share Image
I did interviews with most of the TechCrunch50 experts backstage and there was a common gripe about the companies launching there: Not… — Sarah Lacy Copy Share Image
“Oh, Matthew," she whispered, moved to tears. "I called it Grace . I hope you don't mind." For the first time, his… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“Everything was normal and right. There were dishes in the sink and the sound of kids playing in the street and the… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
If a man without a sense of smell declared that this yellow rose that I hold had no scent, we should know… — Ralph Richardson Copy Share Image
Important days don't look like anything special when they start. Invariably, the sun rises and people wake up. Coffee is swilled and… — Josh Lieb Copy Share Image
Utopia is the grotesque en rose, the need to associate happiness - that is, the improbable - with becoming, and to coerce… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
When I was in high school, I was dating this girl and wanted to make her birthday really special. I showed up… — Dave Franco Copy Share Image
There are no idealists in the plant world and no compassion. The rose and the morning glory know no mercy. Bindweed, the… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The cousin said that Gypsy [Rose Lee] took a full fifteen minutes to peel off a single glove, and that she was… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
But what struck me was the book-madness of the place--books lay scattered across the unmade bed and the top of a battered-looking… — Steven Millhauser Copy Share Image
In Christ's resurrection, therefore, the Christian man sees the earnest and pledge of his own resurrection; and by it he is enheartened… — B. B. Warfield Copy Share Image