The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
One thing is certain: When the time has come, nothing which is man-made will subsist. One day, all human accomplishments will be… — Alice von Hildebrand Copy Share Image
We shall defend every village, every town and every city. The vast mass of London itself, fought street by street, could easily… — Winston Churchill Copy Share Image
Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
If I had my way," Dionysus said, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
If America is to be run by the people, it is the people who must think. And we do not need to… — Herbert Hoover Copy Share Image
Ambition is frequently the only refuge which life has left to the denied or mortified affections. We chide at the grasping eye,… — William Gilmore Simms Copy Share Image
For Humanity sweeps onward: where today the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands; Far in… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“It’s the way of all ancient stories. The young man must go “down” in order to find the right path for going… — Sidney Poitier Copy Share Image
“None of them understand... they can't see the enormity of time the way I can, the way it swallows all our striving...… — Dianne Sylvan Copy Share Image
We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will… — John Donne Copy Share Image
The search for truth is, as it always has been, the noblest expression of the human spirit. Man's insatiable desire for knowledge… — Raymond B. Fosdick Copy Share Image
Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
Out of the ashes of misanthropy benevolence rises again; we find many virtues where we had imagined all was vice, many acts… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
Beautiful men and women with distorted shadows came and scorched their handprints onto doors before vanishing skyward, drafts of heat billowing behind… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“Intriguing isn't it? One day you are the king of your world. And the next day, you stand aside, watching it all… — Aleena Yasin Copy Share Image
This crazy little party girl who loves to enjoy life actually has a purpose. So, that's really the core of why I've… — Michelle Rodriguez Copy Share Image
“Almost Easter Shaking bone meal from my bare hands into the rose bed where only one bush grows, I feel as if… — Felicia Mitchell Copy Share Image
the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
A world war - God forbid! - will leave only smoldering ashes as a mute testimony of a human race whose folly… — Martin Luther King, Jr Copy Share Image
Now, that’s my boy you’re talking about, and I don’t want to get crossed up with you, Sasha. But you keep that… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Simi, why did Acheron send you here? (Astrid) To protect you from Thanatos so that your sisters don’t get all freaky and… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“They passed the hall, that echoes still, Pass as lightly as you will. The brands were flat, the brands were dying, Amid… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Under the Timber and Stone Act of 1878, which might well have been called the 'Dust and Ashes Act,' any citizen of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
With his back to us, Sean tugs the halter from the mare's head. She kicks out, but he steps out of the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The mystery lies in the here and now. The mystery is: What is one to do with oneself? As you get older… — Walker Percy Copy Share Image
Val, I'm on Bourbon—” “I will not venture down that street of crass iniquities and plebeian horror, Acheron. It is the cesspit… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Mary bring out your umbrella - The sun shines down on this fine, fine day But the ashes raining down forever Are… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Today I have gathered together my nearest and dearest, my sixteen nieces and nephews (Sit down, Grace Windsor Wexler!) to view the… — Ellen Raskin Copy Share Image
You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
“Everything disappears; love, trees, rocks, steel, plastic... Human beings. None of us get out alive. Now you can huddle in a group… — Nip Tuck S1 Ep2 Copy Share Image
A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing into and out of existence like… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
“The most detestable wickedness, the most horrid cruelties, and the greatest miseries, that have afflicted the human race have had their origin… — Thomas Paine Copy Share Image
Perhaps the heroic element in our natures is exhibited to the best advantage, not in going from success to success, and so… — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
“The Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breathe just like that I turn into… — Aesha K Shah Copy Share Image
