Briar: "So I guess I was the last to know." Rosethorn: "Of course you are. You're a man, aren't you? — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Just like Love is yonder rose, Heavenly fragrance round it throws, Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, And in the midst of… — 6th Viscount Strangford Percy Smythe Copy Share Image
Evvy: "Is she going to eat Jooba-hooba? She looks like she's going to bite him, at least." Briar: "No — if she… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
Oh no! Don't drag us away from Antartica and take us to the playground of the rich and famous! Not that briar… — James Patterson Copy Share Image
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love') — William Blake Copy Share Image
“You're in a prickly mood,' he tells me. As though I am not all-over briars at all times.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Most fisherman, including this one, cling to their pet stupidities as they would to a battered briar or an old jacket; and… — John D. Voelker Copy Share Image
Don't let him upset you," Niko told the four softly. "He's old and he's frightened." "You're as old as him, and you… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
“Puck rolled his eyes. Holding out his hand, he gave me an encouraging smile. "Come on, Princess. Don't want to get separated… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
Mr. Lely, I desire you would use all your skill to paint my picture truly like me, and not flatter me at… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
Perseverance gives power to weakness, and opens to poverty the world's wealth. It spreads fertility over the barren landscape, and buds the… — Samuel Griswold Goodrich Copy Share Image
Often I have been exhausted on trout streams, uncomfortable, wet, cold, briar scarred, sunburned, mosquito bitten, but never, with a fly rod… — Charles Kuralt Copy Share Image
And still I look for the men who will dare to be roses of England wild roses of England men who are… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Briar: "They never tell you some things. They tell you mages have wonderful power and they learn all kinds of secrets. Nobody… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
Preserve me from such cordiality! It is like handling briar-roses and may-blossoms - bright enough to the eye, and outwardly soft to… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
At last Niko dropped his hands, and opened his eyes. His perfect tree illusion solidified and settled. "Very nice," said Briar with… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where… — William Blake Copy Share Image
This is enough. Do not add, And why were such things made in the world? — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
I'm glad I want everything in the world - good and bad - bitter and sweet - I want it all. — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
He doesn't need my help coming up with pranks. He's got too many ideas of his own. - Daja referring to Briar… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
That nervous energy that makes people like you and I want and go after everything in the world - bump our heads… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
We are all making a crown for Jesus out of these daily lives of ours, either a crown of golden, divine love,… — Aimee Semple McPherson Copy Share Image
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
WEEDS AND NETTLES, BRIARS AND THORNS, HAVE THRIVEN UNDER YOUR SHADOW, DISSETTLEMENT AND DIVISION, DISCONTENTMENT AND DISSATISFACTION, TOGETHER WITH REAL DANGERS TO… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
