“Each Whining Thing (1929) When stripèd snakes shall creep upon us And the nervous screams of birds Make silent all the fountains… — Paul Bowles Copy Share Image
How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
As though God had turned away from the wise, and written his decrees, not in the mind of man but in the… — Baruch Spinoza Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
She once complained that her stories were like 'birds bred in cages,' but that concentrated atmosphere, that claustrophobic hothouse of emotion, was… — Katie Roiphe Copy Share Image
Don't cry, you crybaby! When you think things are hard, that's the time you are maturing as a person. If you get… — Aya Kito Copy Share Image
There is nothing else in magic but the wild thought of the bird as it casts itself into the void. There is… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Once I spent a whole day there, a blade of grass in each hand to anchor me to the warm earth. I… — Emma Donoghue Copy Share Image
“Gulls churr; ducks cluck. Bulls plus bucks run thru buckrush; thus dun burrs clutch fur tufts. Ursus cubs plus Lupus pups hunt… — Christian Bök Copy Share Image
“As the van door starts to close, Brad suddenly realizes that the instant the doors close completely, the van interior will become… — George Saunders Copy Share Image
Now you are in the true world, and a great deal more is required of you. Here you must befriend real wolves,… — Margo Lanagan Copy Share Image
And I ran after that voice through the streets so as not to lose sight of the splendid wreath of bodies gliding… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“When I'm sailing, sometimes I'll spend hours watching flocks of birds. They have something special going on there," Gordon continued. "They are… — Joan Frances Casey Copy Share Image
I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
As you may know, KFC is under worldwide pressure to eliminate its cruelest abuses of chickens, such as cutting the beaks off… — Pamela Anderson Copy Share Image
You heard about, through word of mouth, Big Bird is out, he's in the house. He's turnin' up, with Snuffleup, They're really… — Black Thought Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Feathers!" spluttered Sargatanas. "Feathers are for the birds, my boy. Flaking, peeling, scale-ridden wings, now that's what real beings wear. I'll tell… — George Pendle Copy Share Image
The gay bunting erects his white crest, and gives utterance to the joy he feels in the presence of his brooding mate;… — John James Audubon Copy Share Image
Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whatever be the depth of woe Along the path that I must go, I'll sing my song— My song of joy for… — John Kendrick Bangs Copy Share Image
“the athletes were treated to a thunderous show that culminated in the release of twenty thousand doves. As the birds circled in… — Laura Hillenbrand Copy Share Image
It is so easy to close down to risk, to protect ourselves against change and growth. But no baby bird emerges without… — Patricia Monaghan Copy Share Image
I am like a tree in a forest. Birds come to the tree, they sit on its branches and eat its fruits.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
But the thought arrived inside her like a train: Marya Morevna, all in black, here and now, was a point at which… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I couldn't get away with Halloween pranks 'cause my parents owned the health food store. So, it was so easy to bust… — Arj Barker Copy Share Image
Chaung Tzu was one of the most natural men the world has seen. He has not given any discipline, he has not… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“First, larks don't just like to get up early; they also get tired much earlier in the day than owls, and they… — Penelope A. Lewis Copy Share Image
Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields... NO, YOU CAN'T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Saints are like trees. They do not call to anyone, neither do they send anyone away. They give shelter to whoever cares… — Anandamayi Ma Copy Share Image
Well, before writing became all-consuming, I was a quilter, like Hattie and Perilee. I don’t do that anymore, but I do knit,… — Kirby Larson Copy Share Image
So extraordinary is Nature with her choicest treasures, spending plant beauty as she spends sunshine, pouring it forth into land and sea,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
"My burden is light," said the blessed Redeemer, a light burden indeed, which carries him that bears it. I have looked through… — Bernard of Clairvaux Copy Share Image
I do not know why it matters that I should tell the truth to myself at night, why it should matter that… — Colm Toibin Copy Share Image
The only creative power I know is that of what might roughly be called 'love'; not of course a sentimental love: a… — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
I'm thankful for a pair of shoes that feel really good on my feet; I like my shoes. I'm thankful for the… — Johnny Cash Copy Share Image
What a shame that Christianity had come here!If the white man had not intruded where he was not wanted, where he did… — Margaret Craven Copy Share Image
