“It's because you're thinking big picture. That'll knock the wind out of you every time. You have to take it in pieces.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
“Where does love go when it dies? Into flowers and other beautiful things? Back out into the universe to be recycled?” — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck. — John Knowles Copy Share Image
Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins, And never sees a whole. — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Fallin in love is like the rain¦ its unpredictable.. But there are always sign before it completely falls. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The fact remains that we are invited to forget ourselves on purpose, cast our awful solemnity to the wind, and join in… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
You see an absolutely brilliant film later, as an adult, and you walk out thinking about what to have for dinner. Whereas… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I was on vacation with my family when I got the scripts for 'Wanderlust' and I was trying to work on the… — Kathryn Hahn Copy Share Image
Eighty years old! No eyes left, no ears, no teeth, no legs, no wind! And when all is said and done, how… — Paul Claudel Copy Share Image
“Though all winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so truth be in the field, we do injuriously… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But some animals, like some men, leave a trail of glory behind them. They give their spirit to the place where they… — Marguerite Henry Copy Share Image
I don't like to be described as a Southern writer. The danger is, if you're described as a Southern writer, you might… — Walker Percy Copy Share Image
Now from his breast into the eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and… — Homer Copy Share Image
It's all about the climate. I had a long discussion about it when I went to Scotland to see Andy Roxburgh. I… — Fabio Capello Copy Share Image
“I listen to the sound of India's voices for the last time . Laughter ripples like water . A prayer is a… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
As a kid, I really did want to hang out with the grownups, so it was hanging out with the hippest grownups… — Harry Shearer Copy Share Image
As I age in the world it will rise and spread, and be for this place horizon and orison, the voice of… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
All things belonging to the earth will never change-the leaf, the blade, the flower, the wind that cries and sleeps and wakes… — Thomas Wolfe Copy Share Image
She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
“Love is like a fly on the wall, you must catch it while you can.” — Rachael JanLynnette McCormick Copy Share Image
I can feel the wind go by when I run. It feels good. It feels fast. — Evelyn Ashford Copy Share Image
