I never lost my faith...But like all modern Catholics, I felt for a time that I had outgrown the church. Now it… — Martin Sheen Copy Share Image
Witches aren’t like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
In Britain, the great hidden secret of talking animals and children's literature is how political it was in its bones, beneath the… — Andrew O'Hagan Copy Share Image
When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
See?” I’d whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. “He never argues with her. Isn’t that sweet?” A snort preceded his… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I come from the theatre; my bones are in the theatre. It's as natural as breathing to want to be in the… — Kenneth Branagh Copy Share Image
Of whatever class or nation, however, all successful participants in the repetitive and unrelenting stress of aerial fighting came eventually to display… — John Keegan Copy Share Image
At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
At birth, we are like cartilage - soft, flexible tissue. By the same natural process by which cartilage becomes hard bone, the… — Iyanla Vanzant Copy Share Image
Not since the Lord himself showed his stuff to Ezekiel in the valley of dry bones had anyone shown such grace and… — Stephen Jay Gould Copy Share Image
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
But it's daylight," she said at last. "Vampires can't go out in the sun, everyone knows that!" Bones chuckled. "Right And we… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
God knows the angel's wings must have been over us in view of the terrible mortality in all other camps up an… — Edward Dunlop Copy Share Image
Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Because Ajamu Baraka speaks in the language of his community, and makes no bones about it, he really invites in a whole… — Jill Stein Copy Share Image
I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I want to be cremated so people won't come to worship at my bones. — Albert Einstein Copy Share Image
She must have really loved him to leave her home for the Seam. I try to remember that when all I can… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
We boarded the plane after boxing our stakes and knives and taking them to a FedEx carrier, airport security being so strict… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
