Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Palm trees were fanned by a warm, light breeze, and they rolled down their windows to smell the sea.” — Jude Watson Copy Share Image
Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day. — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The night is dark, the waters deep, Yet soft the billows roll; Alas! at every breeze I weep — The storm is… — Helen Maria Williams Copy Share Image
...Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze... — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
“Gathering seeds of thoughts, that blows away in the slightest of breezes.” — Jazz Feylynn Copy Share Image
The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze. — Livy Copy Share Image
“He didn’t look as if he’d been through a whirlwind exactly but he’d certainly endured a stiff breeze.” — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the… — Brian Jacques Copy Share Image
The breezes of the West African night were intimate and shy, licking the hair, sweeping through cotton dresses with unseemly intimacy, then… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
Life isn't about the cherished moments it is also about the hard ones. Just knowing each day that you will arise with… — Mother Teresa Copy Share Image
When you're in that state of grief, any little breeze, any hello, any confrontation, any grazing of someone meeting your eyes, might… — Sandra Cisneros Copy Share Image
A play for me never really takes on an aspect of reality until it has left the dryair of the study and… — Moss Hart Copy Share Image
By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
A new breeze is blowing--and a nation refreshed by freedom stands ready to push on: there is new ground to be broken,… — George H. W. Bush Copy Share Image
“I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break.… — Paul Hoffman Copy Share Image
A summer breeze can be very refreshing; but if we try to put it in a tin can so we can have… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
So I stood up and did a handstand on my Guru's roof, to celebrate the notion of liberation. I felt the dusty… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“Sometimes in the evening on Summer days, Even when there’s not a breeze at all, it seems Like there’s a light breeze… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired… — Ralph Waldo Emerson 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
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
“in the breeze. Within reach on the nightstand, a plethora of prescription” — Lee Hanson Copy Share Image
May the passion to be all that God wants you to be sweep across your soul like a gentle breeze. — T. D. Jakes Copy Share Image
I'm not putting them on,” said old Archie in indignation. “I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks. — J. K. Rowling Copy Share Image
Chasing after a pleasure to ease a pain is like running after a breeze to cool you down. — Guy Finley Copy Share Image
Wind feeds the fire, and wind extinguishes: The flames are nourished by a gentle breeze, Yet, if it stronger grows, they sink… — Ovid Copy Share Image
