She reads. She reads. She reads words of splendour to…

Everyone reads the same words in a book but has a very clear picture of their own.

— Tuppence Middleton

“A man who reads at all, reads just as he eats, sleeps, and takes exercise, because he likes it; and that is probably the…

— Arthur Christopher Benson

“The soul that gives thanks can find comfort in everything; the soul that complains can find comfort in nothing.”

— Hannah Whitall Smith

For once you rise to a level of God consciousness you will understand that you are not responsible for any other human soul, and…

— Neale Donald Walsch

There is a God in heaven who overrules all things for the best; and this is the comfort of my soul.

— David Brainerd

There are many images and realities of what women are, become, can be - strong, vulnerable, dogged, determined, frail, brave, courageous. The faces of…

— Jocelynne Scutt

And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from…

— Alexander Smith

Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new…

— Hilda Doolittle

The creatures with whom we share the planet and whom, in our arrogance, we wrongly patronize for being lesser forms, they are not brethren,…

— Henry Beston

The great end of prudence is to give cheerfulness to those hours which splendour cannot gild, and acclamation cannot exhilarate; those soft intervals of…

— Samuel Johnson

Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of…

— Walter Pater

Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched…

— Dorothy Dunnett

At a time when it's possible for thirty people to stand on the top of Everest in one day, Antarctica still remains a remote,…

— David Attenborough

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full…

— Heinrich Heine

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley