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
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
A springlike autumn's balmy breeze reaches afar. The sun shines on the house of a recluse South of the river; They encourage… — Sun Bu'er Copy Share Image
Thou breeze, That mak'st an organ of the mighty sea, Obedient to thy wilful phantasies, Provoke him not to scorn; but soft… — Hartley Coleridge Copy Share Image
One leaf left on a branch and not a sound of sadness or despair. One leaf left on a branch and no… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Lightning crashed on the horizon. A breeze swirled around the Cast Members. The air tasted dusty, almost bitter, with electrical charge. — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
Not considering this opening worthy of more attention, I continued our pursuit to the Northwest, being desirous to embrace the advantages of… — George Vancouver Copy Share Image
The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in… — Dan Simmons Copy Share Image
Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the… — Dave Pelzer Copy Share Image
I was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
This faith transforms the whirlwind of despair into a warm and reviving breeze of hope. The words of a motto which a… — Martin Luther King, Jr 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
I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it… — Katherine Hannigan Copy Share Image
What you really want for yourself is always trying to break through, just as a cooling breeze flows through an open window… — Vernon Howard Copy Share Image
A grub in filth is dirty, but it changes into a cicada and sips dew in the autumn breeze. Rotting plants have… — Zicheng Hong Copy Share Image
Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as… — Lydia Sigourney Copy Share Image
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you,… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like… — Joyce Cary Copy Share Image
A thousand trills and quivering sounds In airy circles o'er us fly, Till, wafted by a gentle breeze, They faint and languish… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
Why can't we resist the urge to second-guess and evaluate each other?...Sometimes I wonder if the final judgment will be a breeze… — Sheri L. Dew Copy Share Image
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want.… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow… — Bob Dylan 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
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
...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
Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the… — Esther Hicks Copy Share Image
Meditation is like the breeze that comes in when you leave the window open; but if you deliberately keep it open, deliberately… — Jiddu Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
Grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“But lying in bed just before going to sleep is the worst time for organized thinking; it is the best time for… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers… — Julian Grenfell Copy Share Image
“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps, Plastic… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
