Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
“If a lion turned every time small dogs barked at it, it would be the laughing stock of the jungle.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Their bedroom has always been our sanctuary. Sometimes at night we'll end up on their bed just talking. My dad will be… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
We figure to ourselves The thing we like; and then we build it up, As chance will have it, on the rock… — Henry Taylor Copy Share Image
“Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life,… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
Did you ever hear the Oriental proverb, "The dogs bark but the caravan passes on"? Let them bark, Scarlett. I fear nothing… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Chuck said, “Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” Cawley looked over at him. “I’ll bite. How… — Dennis Lehane Copy Share Image
If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits… — Louis Sachar Copy Share Image
If you have a dog and you love him too much, then some day you will have to bark yourself. — Vikrant Parsai Copy Share Image
You can kidnap me and force me to be your watchdog if you want to. But I'm telling you, I will bark… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked. Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
No matter how eloquently a dog may bark, he cannot tell you that his parents were poor, but honest. — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Oh! welcome to the wearied Earth The Sabbath resting comes, Gathering the sons of toil and care Back to their peaceful homes;… — Sarah Josepha Hale Copy Share Image
That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
