June marked the end of spring on California's central coast and the beginning of five months of dormancy that often erupted in… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
My hopes were all dead --- struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
It seems the activity of expressing sound to do with music has just started blooming - and because of that, the beginners… — Ornette Coleman Copy Share Image
We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still. Lovers, farmers, and artists have… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
“What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
The blooming of a flower is, in my mind, not a miracle. It's something that we can understand on the basis of… — Francis Collins Copy Share Image
Love is Enough Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,… — William Morris Copy Share Image
I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I dream of a quiet man / who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows / where the rarest wildflowers /… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Do not allow any negativity or ugliness in your surroundings, or anybody at all, destroy your confidence or affect your growth as… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
As long as we persist in our deepest destiny, we will continue to grow. — Denis Waitley Copy Share Image
Sitting on the floor of a room in Japan, looking out on a small garden with flowers blooming and dragonflies hovering in… — Mark Tobey Copy Share Image
There is a wonderful place where flowers grow in colors beyond the words of poets... trees sing with the songs of butterflies.… — Laurel Burch Copy Share Image
“my garden in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I believe that God's dream is that we be successful in our careers, and that we be able to send our kids… — Joel Osteen Copy Share Image
