Every forest branch moves differently in the breeze, but as they sway they connect at the roots. — Rumi Copy Share Image
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Love for me is innocence, honesty, compassion, trust, loyalty, a gentle summer breeze, sunshine, a great cuddle. — A. J. McLean Copy Share Image
The breeze of grace is always blowing; set your sail to catch that breeze. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
If I describe a sunny morning in May (the buds, the wet-winged flies, the warm sun and cool breeze), I am also… — Clark Blaise Copy Share Image
...the thoughtful excitement of lonely rambles, of gardening, and of other like occupations, where the mind has leisure to must during the… — Augustus William Hare Copy Share Image
A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Every bird that sings, sings for you. Every breeze that blows, blows for you. Every sunray shines for you. If you only… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white… — Anna Bartlett Warner Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
We have known for a long time that Prince Charles' empty sails are so rigged as to be swelled by any passing… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Up with life. Stamp out all small and large indignities. Leave everyone alone to make it without pressure. Down with hurting. Lower… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
When you live on Cold Mountain long enough the autumns pass quickly When you live alone you have no worries When you… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share Image
Can man be so age-stricken that no faintest sunshine of his youth may re visit him once a year? It is impossible.… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
The only palliative is to keep the clean sea breeze of the centuries blowing through our minds, and this can be done… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the… — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night Been trying hard not to… — Lana Del Rey Copy Share Image
Planning your own coming-of-age experience may wither you prematurely, but just think of it this way: If you can get through this,… — Mimi Pond Copy Share Image
The perfection of conversation is not to play a regular sonata, but, like the AEolian harp, to await the inspiration of the… — Edmund Burke Copy Share Image
hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze… — Lurlene McDaniel Copy Share Image
Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
“The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A satyagrahi may not ride two horses, truth and untruth, at the same time, nor, to change the metaphor, trim his sail… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
There's a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees and a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in… — Charlie Daniels Copy Share Image
A new breeze is blowing, and a world refreshed by freedom seems reborn; for in man's heart, if not in fact, the… — George H. W. Bush Copy Share Image
When spring is here the sketcher begins to look over his equipment and relishes in anticipation the soothing hours he will spend… — Walter J. Phillips Copy Share Image
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace, By breezes lull’d, or by the storm-blasts… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and together, the three royals are… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
Art is as heavy as sorrow, as light as a breeze, as bright as an idea, as pretty as a picture, as… — Barbara Kruger Copy Share Image
“Dirt under her fingernails, the gentle breeze in her hair, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves like a… — Victoria Lynn Copy Share Image
The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
