i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The moments you are given are your true wealth. You don't need power, influence, or fame. The sunlight brings the power; the… — Dawna Markova Copy Share Image
I told you I would tell you my names. This is what they call me. I'm called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third.… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries… — J. Ruth Gendler Copy Share Image
Candleford Green was but a small village and there were fields and meadows and woods all around it. As soon as Laura… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
He had no one but himself to blame, for he’d opened himself up to it. Just a fraction at first, like a… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
So now, how did God produce this world?... The fable is that he breathed upon us. In his breath, his wind, came… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
That is the earth, he thought. Not a globe thousands of kilometers around, but a forest with a shining lake, a house… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. The two processes complement… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
Joy and grief are never far apart. In the same street the shutters of one house are closed, while the curtains of… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
I read Naoko's letter again and again, and each time I read it I would be filled with the same unbearable sadness… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
What's prayer? It's shooting shafts into the dark. What mark they strike, if any, who's to say? It's reaching for a hand… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
It's good to be aware that a certain amount of fear is going to accompany every change in your life - a… — Neale Donald Walsch Copy Share Image
Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted in the waving grass And by… — Stephen Spender Copy Share Image
The wind is blowing; those vessels whose sails are unfurled catch it, and go forward on their way, but those which have… — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
You may burn my body to ashes, and scatter them to the winds of heaven; you may drag my soul down to… — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
Since you are now studying geometry and trigonometry, I will give you a problem. A ship sails the ocean. It left Boston… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
On Bill Clinton: "If left to my own devices, I'd spend all my time pointing out that he's weaker than bus-station chili.… — Molly Ivins Copy Share Image
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Sean pushes up to his feet and stands there. I look at his dirty boots. Now I've offended him, I think. He… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
If you're driving your car and someone winds the window down and gives you the finger and calls you an asshole, instead… — Steve Coogan Copy Share Image
As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image
In every grave on earth's green sward is a tiny seed of the resurrection life of Jesus Christ, and that seed cannot… — David McMurtrie Gregg Copy Share Image
What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Man once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the… — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
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The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Orion. There was no finer church, no finer choir, than the stars speaking in silence to the many consumptives… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
[To the cultures of Asia and the continent of Africa] it is the Western impact which has stirred up the winds of… — Barbara Ward, Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth Copy Share Image
When we learn how to store electricity, we will cease being apes ourselves; until then we are tailless orangutans. You see, we… — Thomas A. Edison Copy Share Image
The same wind blows on us all. The economic wind, the social wind, the political wind. The same wind blows on everybody.… — Jim Rohn Copy Share Image
May your love be firm, and may your dream of life together be a river between two shores - by day bathed… — James Bertolino Copy Share Image
I mean, if they're doing a television show every night like Jon Stewart, or Ellen, or David Letterman, then they have their… — Bruce Vilanch Copy Share Image
My body has taught me many things, all of them filled with soul: how to dance and make love, mourn and make… — Kat Duff Copy Share Image
In harvesting of evil deeds, the human race is busy; and doing so is to taste the pangs of Hell . .… — Milarepa Copy Share Image
Well, this is a story about books." About books?" About accursed books, about a man who wrote them, about a character who… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image