“ The Devil's Rose You would never take a rose from a beast. If his callous hand were to hold out a… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
“Orange pekoe flavor, with that gold confection dust on the top." She holds one up to demonstrate. "Mascarpone filling." She bites it… — Hannah Tunnicliffe Copy Share Image
The compass rose is nothing but a star with an infinite number of rays pointing in all directions.It is the one true… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
We have to make the first move ourselves rather than expecting it to come from the phenomenal world or from other people.… — Chogyam Trungpa Copy Share Image
You send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. I’m running out… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Optimism is a tonic. Pessimism is poison. Admittedly, every businessman must be realistic. He must gather facts, analyze them candidly and strive… — B. C. Forbes Copy Share Image
That was Sydney Sage," said Lissa. "I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose?" "That," said Abe… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Just take me home where the mood is mellow And the roses are grown M&M's are yellow And the light bulbs around… — Lupe Fiasco Copy Share Image
“I felt the fangs against my neck and knew I was going to die. It was horrible. I wanted to live so,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
[in reference to turkey bowling] He [Tommy] squinted and picked his target, then took his steps and sent the bird sliding down… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
In the classics section, she had picked up a copy of The Magic Mountain and recalled the summer between her junior and… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
All flowers are flirtatious - particularly if they carry hyphenated names. The more hyphens in the name, the flirtier the flower. The… — Willard R. Espy Copy Share Image
Today it feels as if rock'n'roll has sort of turned in on its self, kids are 'rockin' to the same groups their… — Andrew Loog Oldham Copy Share Image
Though you did eat all the pizza." "I only had five slices," Simon protested, leaning his chair backward so it balanced precariously… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking. Everybody knows the captain lied. Everybody got this broken feeling, like their father or their… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
Historically the belief in heaven and the belief in utopia are like compensatory buckets in a well: when one goes down the… — Will Durant Copy Share Image
I met a solid rowing friend and asked about the Race. "How fared it with the wind," I said, "When stroke increased… — R. C. Lehmann Copy Share Image
I had started out with the intent to make a love story and something not so grave or so dark.So I went… — Abdellatif Kechiche Copy Share Image
Well you wave your hand and they scatter like crows They have nothing that will ever capture your heart They're just thorns… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Childhood is the world of miracle or of magic: it is as if creation rose luminously out of the night, all new… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
“You're beautiful, but you're empty. one could not die for you. to be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
But even if he has been wicked," pursued Rose, "think how young he is; think that he may never have known a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Something in me didnt believe that. I read it again, trying to make sense of the old-fashioned language. Mason watched me curiously,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
If you don’t need my backsight,” she said to Kaleb, “then why am I here?” He rose to his feet and, placing… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
Evil isn't beautiful on its own. You know?' 'Well, good people are sometimes ugly-' Blanche said at last. 'I don't know about… — Regina Doman Copy Share Image
The grand reason of the burst of public sentiment in anathemas upon Christ and his disciples, causing his crucifixion, was evidently based… — Jedediah M. Grant Copy Share Image
We need a barn or one of those storage areas for the Broken vehicles." "A garage?" He gave her a short nod.… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
If we believe that Jesus of Nazareth is the only begotten Son of God and that He came into this world and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing… — Melanie McGrath Copy Share Image
Consider the pains which martyrs have endured, and think how even now many people are bearing afflictions beyond all measure greater than… — Saint Francis de Sales Copy Share Image
I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
Gypsy [Rose Lee], who was called Louise as a kid, gave her first performances here with her sister [June Hovac], playing for… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
I woke up early one morning a couple of years ago and felt the tenderness of my being alone, the bitter sweetness… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
It is not while beauty And youth are thine own And thy cheeks Unprofaned by a tear That the ferver and faith… — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image