The most stormy ebullitions of passion, from blasphemy to murder, are less terrific than one single act of cool villainy. — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
“True friends are to people what lighthouses are to ships. No matter how stormy it gets, they stay put and light our… — Julie-Anne Copy Share Image
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
Never confuse your path to your destination. Just because its stormy now doesn't mean you aren't headed for sunshine. — Kemmy Nola Copy Share Image
My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet. — Samuel Hoffenstein Copy Share Image
Dont confuse your path with your destination. Just because its stormy now, doesnt mean you arent headed for sunshine. — Melchor Lim Copy Share Image
Stormy in love, stormy in interviews, breakfast in bed - that's me, love. — Graham Chapman Copy Share Image
Books delight us when prosperity smiles upon us; they comfort us inseparably when stormy fortune frowns on us. — Richard de Bury Copy Share Image
We are still tossed about by the disturbances of this life, which is like a stormy sea, where those who are not… — Vincent de Paul Copy Share Image
A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be,… — Mary C. Ames Copy Share Image
“. . . The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest on… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Even today I am not ashamed to say that, overpowered by stormy enthusiasm, I fell down on my knees and thanked Heaven… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
“I am the rainbow of love. Even if things get stormy, you know you can count on me. Call me Roy G.… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The spring in Boston is like being in love: bad days slip in among the good ones, and the whole world is… — Louise Closser Hale Copy Share Image
An infant prodigy of nine is shoved upon the stage in white. She starts off in a dismal whine about a dark… — Noel Coward Copy Share Image
Those born to wealth, and who have the means of gratifying every wish, know not what is the real happiness of life,… — Alexandre Dumas Copy Share Image
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
New Orleans is 5 feet below sea level, which means that holes dug in the ground immediately fill with water. Coffins were… — James Cagney Copy Share Image
Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Our life is like th' unstable wave, Our bloom of youth decays. Our joys are brief as lightning flash In summer's cloudy… — Bhartrhari Copy Share Image
The obligation d'âme meant that his only allegiance was to Felix, making them a separate kingdom of two, with Felix as king… — Sarah Monette Copy Share Image
It is not strange that that early love of the heart should come back, as it so often does when the dim… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Now are the days, of humblest prayer, When consciences to God lie bare, And mercy most delights to spare. Oh hearken when… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men, Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars Makest to teem the many-voyaged main And… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the… — Charlotte Riddell Copy Share Image
Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility?… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
I must conclude that Conscience, if that be the name of it, was not given us for no purpose, or for a… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“I do not think the sunny youth of either will prove the forerunner of stormy age. I think it is deemed good… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image