There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make men rejoice. — John Calvin Copy Share Image
Fitness if like the blade of a knife; you want to sharpen it without ruining the blade. — Sally Jenkins Copy Share Image
In order to make a great, epic movie, you have to have the four Bs - babes, bullets, blood and blades. — Danny Trejo Copy Share Image
A knife is neither true nor false, but anyone impaled on its blade is in error. — Rene Daumal Copy Share Image
The most valuable lesson man has learned from his dog is to kick a few blades of grass over it and move… — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
“Steel blades such as you and I do not measure against the standards for ordinary women” — Kate Quinn Copy Share Image
Blade Runner' is such a unique film. How do you describe a diamond? I don't think you should ever touch it again. — Rutger Hauer Copy Share Image
If you look at 'Blade Runner,' it's been cut sixteen ways from Sunday, and there are all kinds of different versions of… — George Lucas Copy Share Image
When fate throws a dagger at you, there are ways to catch it. If you catch it by the blade, you can… — Norman Vincent Peale Copy Share Image
The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids. — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
I was born with my moustache and, no, I've never been tempted to shave it off. I don't spend a lot of… — Robert Winston Copy Share Image
Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
Music is one of the sharpest blades that we have to cut through the thick entangled web of the external mind and… — MC Yogi Copy Share Image
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The idea of windmills conjures up pleasant images - of Holland and tulips, of rural America with windmill blades slowly turning, pumping… — Lamar Alexander Copy Share Image
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
It's said that when we die, the four elements - earth, air, fire and water - dissolve one by one, each into… — Pema Chodron Copy Share Image
I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. Were all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade...… — Marquis de Sade Copy Share Image
In lang, lang days o' simmer, When the clear and cloudless sky Refuses ae weep drap o' rain To Nature parched and… — James Ballantine Copy Share Image
Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arched across my scalp. The floor tipped up… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
A grass blade believes that men build palaces for it to grow in. Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
I pray for a world where we live in partnership rather than domination; where "man's conquest of nature" is recognized as suicidal… — Riane Eisler Copy Share Image
I wonder from these thousand of "me's", which one am I? Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice I am… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Beautifully written, intensely passionate and gripping, FALLEN grabbed me from the first sentence and didn’t let go. Its eerie future world and… — Linnea Sinclair Copy Share Image
Many expressions that are in common usage, and sometimes the structure of language itself, reveal the fact that people don't know who… — Eckhart Tolle Copy Share Image
You work here [on the farm] simply without philosophizing; sometimes the work is hard and crowded with pettiness. But at times you… — A. D. Gordon Copy Share Image
When I was at home, I wasn't shy. I was the clown at home, because I was loved. It was in the… — Sandra Cisneros Copy Share Image
There came [a script called] “Dracula Sucks.” Now, I liked “Dracula Sucks,” but we gotta change [the title]. They said, “If you… — George Hamilton Copy Share Image
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Many authors write like amateur blacksmiths making their first horseshoe; the clank of the anvil, the stench of the scorched leather apron,… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image