Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the…

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

— Anonymous

“I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears…

— Joseph Mary Plunkett

“The hero's light sprang from his forehead, long and thick as a warrior's whetstone, long as a prow, and he clattered with rage as…

— Ciarán Carson

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

— Sarah Waters

“Two things of opposite natures seem to depend On on another, as Logos depends On Eros, day on night, the imagined On the real.…

— Wallace Stevens

Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

— Jim Morrison

“She slowly rolled the book over in her hands, memorizing the cover as she said goodbye. She flipped through the pages, feeling the air…

— Sage Steadman

I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.

— Alan Moore

Kiss is like a smell in a paper bag, they just never go away

— Dee Snider

There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best…

— Zilpha Keatley Snyder

I remember as a child going to an exhibit about the Soviet Union, and every paper had this alien smell. The paper and the…

— Ben Katchor

“there is the smell, too, of course -- the reassuring smell of paper, new paper, soft old paper, recalling each person to the first…

— Deborah Meyler

It is easy to suppose that few people realize on that occasion, which comes to all of us, when we look at the blue…

— Wallace Stevens

Thank God for poverty That makes and keeps us free And lets us go our unobtrusive way, Glad of the sun and rain, Upright,…

— Bliss Carman

“i am a little church(no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities --i do not worry if briefer days grow…

— E.E. Cummings