I myself have loved a lady and pursued her with a great deal of under-age protestation, whom some three or four gallants… — John Webster Copy Share Image
The original Zal story by Ferdowsi gives a very moving account of an infant who had all odds against him - he… — Porochista Khakpour Copy Share Image
The flamingoes are the most delicately colored of all the African birds, pink and red like a flying twig of an oleander… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
Your poems are like God's birds; they fly into people's hearts. — Maia Wojciechowska Copy Share Image
When I moved out, I was like, 'Oh, I'm free, 'I'm out of the church, out of the South, I'm gone, I'm… — Ethel Cain Copy Share Image
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. — John Milton Copy Share Image
People don't alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it. — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
This is what Zen means by being detached—not being without emotion or feeling, but being one in whom feeling is not sticky… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
I have inherited this burden of superstition and nonsense. I govern innumerable men but must acknowledge that I am governed by birds… — Thornton Wilder Copy Share Image
A bird can fly as high as it wants but it eventually has to come down to earth and get some water...… — Kimbo Slice Copy Share Image
It's common in rural Ireland to pick up a nickname that relates to an animal, bird, or a spider. Mine became 'scorpion'… — Walter O'Brien Copy Share Image
First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
Mama used to tell us a story about a cicada sitting high in a tree. It chirps and drinks in dew, oblivious… — Lisa See Copy Share Image
The soul which has come into intimate contact with God in the silence of the prayer chamber is never out of conscious… — Edward McKendree Bounds Copy Share Image
She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone. — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day's end. They… — George Saunders Copy Share Image
Is there a more pitiable spectacle than that of a wife contending with others for that charm in her husband's sight which… — Ouida Copy Share Image
We must go for a day in the country and when surrounded by the gay twittering of the birds and the smell… — Daisy Ashford Copy Share Image
The firelight magnified our shadows, glinted off the silver, flickered high upon the walls; its reflection roared orange in the windowpanes as… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
When you are in school, your talents are without number, and your promise is boundless...But at a certain point, you begin to… — Sarah Shun-lien Bynum 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
