Somehow the wondrous promise of the earth is that there…

I grew up hearing words like snakeroot, sassafras, mullein - things that had wondrous, mysterious sounds in their names.

— Jan Karon

We don't like admitting this, but it is a key component of human existence: the fact that life has the potential for things both…

— Douglas Kennedy

“As he strode through the deserted city, he thought of the New Years of his childhood, before he was ten, before the Change, when…

— Olga Grushin

“I am saying that there are things more wondrous in this world, more full of magic than we could ever imagine. And I, for…

— Maire Claremont

Just as meekness is in all our virtues, so is pride in all our sins. Whatever its momentary and alluring guise, pride is the…

— Neal A. Maxwell

“The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence. Many politicians promise green, green grass by blending niceties with delusion and…

— Erik Pevernagie

Depression is so treacherous - it can be so alluring as well as punishing. After all, it's yours and yours alone - no one…

— Margo Jefferson

“I didn't want to be someone pretending to be a woman; I wanted to know what it was like to be a sexual woman...…

— Jessica Angelina Birch

When I was a kid, I always had a big thing for Dannii Minogue. Initially I liked Kylie, but I quickly moved on to…

— Andrew Buchan

“Modesty has, and will remain, an alluring trait because where egoism falters, humility conquers.”

— Andy Paula

Soft addictions are an alluring, seductive aspect of our culture - they are easy to attain and socially acceptable, they are even encouraged in…

— Judith Wright

“Nothing overdone, nothing racy, which made her all the more alluring.”

— Keith Ablow

Mars tugs at the human imagination like no other planet. With a force mightier than gravity, it attracts the eye to its shimmering red…

— John Noble Wilford

Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.

— Horace

The ascent of any route begins, in dreams at least, the autumn before. Our minds ring, involuntarily, with the alluring names of mountains, aiguilles,…

— Gaston Rebuffat