Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
He is truly a man who will not permit himself to be unduly elated when fortune's breeze is favorable, or cast down… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There is nothing in the world I now own; even the heat my body gives out is taken away by the summer… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Sir, he throws away his money without thought and without merit. I do not call a tree generous that sheds its fruit… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
I breeze through Twitter - I look at the mentions, the pictures, the videos. — Adam Lambert Copy Share Image
The cool ocean breeze and the warm sunlight. brought each cell of mine back to life. — Unkown Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man… — Ovid Copy Share Image
A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows. — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Copy Share Image
“You are here so I can teach you something. That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
Starry Starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
If our long-term survival is at stake, we have a basic responsibility to our species to venture to other worlds. Sailors on… — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
Whenever I see 'Dirty Rotten Scoundrels', a total comedy classic, I get the urge to feel the breeze of the south of… — Gwyneth Paltrow Copy Share Image
Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
The thing that attracted me to my husband was his pride. I'll never forget the first time I saw him, standing up… — Jean Carroll Copy Share Image
Below -60° cold will find the last microscopic touch of oil in an instrument and stop it dead. If there is the… — Richard E. Byrd Copy Share Image
With all of the visual distraction constantly inundating us in the form of our devices and screens, I really derive a great… — Nick Offerman Copy Share Image
“All my life I've always come back to one thing, my need to feel free and the need to feel the breeze,… — Jess Brynjulson Copy Share Image
Even here in America, we felt the cool, refreshing breeze of freedom when Nelson Mandela took the seat of Presidency in his… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
Meditation means how to be not a mind. How to be not a mind! Meditation means how to create the state of… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Even if it means oblivion, friends, I'll welcome it, because it won't be nothing. We'll be alive again in a thousand blades… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
The pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
I culled poetry from odors, sounds, faces, and ordinary events occurring around me. Breezes bulged me as if I were cloth; sounds… — Jimmy Santiago Baca Copy Share Image
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Only--but this is rare-- When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
The first cup moistens my lips and throat; The second cup breaks my loneliness; The third cup searches my barren entrail but… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim,and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars.But thou, my… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“Where’s Sam?” Brianna asked. “He’s out. So is Edilio,” Dekka said. “You going to tell us what’s in the bag or do… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a… — Roger Waters Copy Share Image
Here's an example: someone says, "Master, please hand me the knife," and he hands them the knife, blade first. "Please give me… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
