How many mysteries have you seen in your lifetime? How many nets pulled full over the boat's side, each silver body ready… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
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A kiss! When all is said, what is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken in closer proximity, a promise more precise,… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
This rose became a bandanna, which became a house, which became infused with all passion, which became a hideaway, which became yes… — Kenneth Koch Copy Share Image
I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ...… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
I would like to thank those who spoke boldly against the 'gay marriage float' in the 2014 Rose Parade. Apparently, that vigorous… — James Dobson Copy Share Image
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I don't believe in reincarnation because there's an expert on this question, and he's Jesus of Nazareth. He's the only person in… — Lee Strobel Copy Share Image
Whoa, Dimitri," I said, tossing my bag on the floor. "I realize this is actually a current hit in Eastern Europe right… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The American Beauty Rose can be produced in the splendor and fragrance which bring cheer to its beholder only by sacrificing the… — John D. Rockefeller Copy Share Image
Russia does continue to battle us in the U.N. time and time again. I have clear eyes on this. I'm not going… — Mitt Romney Copy Share Image
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How many people also in our time are in search of God, in search of Jesus and of his Church, in search… — Pope Benedict XVI Copy Share Image
I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have one. It will not be a pansy heaven or a fragile heaven… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
The Louvre! The Louvre has me in its clutches. Every time I'm there rich blessings rain down upon me. I am coming… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
Somewhere in the arrangement of this world there seems to be a great concern about giving us delight, which shows that, in… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
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There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Is it possible for the rose to say, "I will give my fragrance to the good people who smell me, but I… — Anthony de Mello Copy Share Image
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Oh, hey. This looks promising. " We came to a stop before a high, barbwire fence with an enormous PRIVATE PROPERTY--NO UNAUTHORIZED… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Harriet Jones: When they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't smell like a fart, pardon the word, it's like something… — Russell T Davies Copy Share Image
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
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Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air,… — Andrew Schneider Copy Share Image
Shebna scraped the tablet clean and began drawing circles in the soft clay. "Suppose you had six figs and you ate two.… — Lynn Austin Copy Share Image
The artist draws a picture of a rose very nicely with all attention and artistic sense, and yet it does not become… — A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada Copy Share Image
Amid the cheering of the crowds, he hardly heard his master's voice, but he saw the familiar head and shoulders, and the… — Ernest Thompson Seton Copy Share Image
Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and… — Alfred North Whitehead Copy Share Image
“Mornings, out in the garden, she would, at times, read aloud from one of her many overdue library books. Dew as radiant… — Joy Williams Copy Share Image
When someone writes something hateful and threatening I respond with something like, "I want to be so much like you; I want… — Jenny Lawson Copy Share Image
All of us are taking the night off," Wrath said abruptly. "We need some regroup time." Rhage snorted from across the table.… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
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In 1879 the Bengali scholar S.M. Tagore compiled a more extensive list of ruby colors from the Purana sacred texts: ‘like the… — Victoria Finlay Copy Share Image
Early on May 23, 1997, from 28,500 feet on Everest, I witnessed the incredible shadow of the mountain, the penumbra, forming to… — Ed Viesturs Copy Share Image
Do you go see her?" "No," I said, refusing to acknowledge that I'd just seen Lissa last night. "That's not my life… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image