Shall we keep our hands in our bosom, or stretch ourselves on our beds of laziness, while all the world about us… — Isaac Barrow Copy Share Image
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments--… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Bosoms,” she announces, with a hand to her own, “are for bedrooms and breastfeeding. Not for occasions with dignity.” “Well, what do… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
It was the ideal of living in Eretz Yisrael that took me out of my house, out of my country and caused… — Nahmanides Copy Share Image
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the… — Joseph Hall Copy Share Image
No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose),… — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
There must be something beyond man in this world. Even on attaining to his highest possibilities, he is like a bird beating… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
In all the years when I did not know what to believe in and therefore preferred to leave all beliefs alone, whenever… — Sigrid Undset Copy Share Image
Some people may contend that there is no image more charming that a child holding a puppy or kitten. But for me… — Chris Van Allsburg Copy Share Image
Today, supremely, it behooves us to remember that a nation shall be saved by the power that sleeps in its own bosom;… — Woodrow Wilson Copy Share Image
I am now even more persuaded of the urgent need to study why Socrates was accused. The dislike of philosophy is perennial,… — Allan Bloom Copy Share Image
The Lord greatly loves the repenting sinner and mercifully presses him to His bosom: "Where were you, My child? I was waiting… — Silouan the Athonite Copy Share Image
Christ choosing solitude for private prayer, doth not only hint to us the danger of distraction and deviation of thoughts in prayer,… — Thomas Brooks Copy Share Image
Ere you lie down to sleep in the night, sit still awhile, and nurse again to life your gentler self. Forget the… — Max Ehrmann Copy Share Image
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from… — Francis Thompson Copy Share Image
Too much I've seen, and felt, and lov'd in life, Living I come to seek Lethaean calm; Let me, fair scenes! forget… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
It is sad To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet Losing their springs, and… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
I always design my own hats to complete my fashion thought…I like them slightly mad, like this huge black poppy. Right now… — Oscar de la Renta Copy Share Image
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death:… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted of all… — George Washington Copy Share Image
What could be more serious than the love of man for woman, what more commanding, more impressive, bearing in its bosom the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To a bystander like me, those who made 190 million pounds deliberately underselling the shares of HBOS, in spite of its very… — John Sentamu Copy Share Image
Who are the militia? Are they not ourselves? Is it feared, then, that we shall turn our arms each man gainst his… — Tench Coxe Copy Share Image
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel.… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
Modern Anarcho-Syndicalism is a direct continuation of those social aspirations which took shape in the bosom of the First International and which… — Rudolf Rocker Copy Share Image
The tears of the compassionate are sweeter than dewdrops falling from roses on the bosom of the earth. Shut not thine ear,… — Robert Dodsley Copy Share Image
See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new;… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
We are like vessels tossed on the bosom of the deep; our passions are the winds that sweep us impetuously forward; each… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share Image
I want my people to stay with me here. All the dead men will come to life again. Their spirits will come… — Wovoka Copy Share Image
I had often stood on the banks of the Concord, watching the lapse of the current, an emblem of all progress, following… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Nature satisfies my thirst; it feeds my hunger; it finds me clothing; it affords me shelter; it wraps me around when I… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair:… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
As the moon retaineth her nature, though darkness spread itself before her face as a curtain, so the Soul remaineth perfect even… — Akhenaton Copy Share Image
Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away;… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud… — William Blake Copy Share Image
