Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Who are you?’ Gaia gasped. The girl froze for a moment. Looked at her. Smiled and said, ‘Who am I? I’m the… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
I miss our walks in the evening, the breeze on our face, ears and hair. Please get well soon my love.*** — Arcine Arciniegas Copy Share Image
He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon! — Anne Bosworth Greene Copy Share Image
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run. — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
When on the breath of Autumn's breeze, From pastures dry and brown, Goes floating, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down;… — Mary Howitt Copy Share Image
Listen. The trees in this story are stirring, trembling, readjusting themselves. A breeze is coming in gusts off the sea, and it… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
I used to live with, like, Tyler Breeze and Rick Victor when I lived in Florida. Yeah, Breeze is, like, one of… — Xavier Woods Copy Share Image
If you don't love life you can't enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the… — Eleanor Clark Copy Share Image
It's hot rain and humid days and broken thermostats. It's screaming and raging steam engines and wanting to take your clothes off… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
Heroin spread that soft blanket over everything. But once the blanket was ripped off, it took a layer of skin with it,… — Jerry Stahl Copy Share Image
But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope,… — Alan Lightman Copy Share Image
“Absence is to love what the wind is to fire. A brief absence stirs it like a gentle breeze, making the flames… — Shahid Hussain Raja Copy Share Image
It was a morning when all nature shouted Fore! The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
What kind of idea are you? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accomodates itself to society, aims to find a… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over the dunes, a life… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
True happiness isn't something that can be made. It isn't the result of anything. Happiness comes to those who understand that you… — Guy Finley Copy Share Image
The principle tragedy of my life is, like all tragedies, an irony of Destiny. I reject real life as if it were… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“I don’t guess you can outrun an explosion, right?” Sam asked doubtfully. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed his condescending geek sigh.… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
Whatever we learn has a purpose and whatever we do affects everything and everyone else, if even in the tiniest way. Why,… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
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