You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“A little smile on your face, because you’d just untangled a new translation.” He cleared his throat. “Like this one. Tumi amar… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk with you about. Bright Star wants you to notice her.” “Bright Star?” An incredulous expression… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed as the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad… — Francis Scott Key Copy Share Image
No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue… — Erasmus Darwin Copy Share Image
“Be boring, knowing everything. You have to give all that stuff up if you're going to muck about here.' 'So you used… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Another uplifting development was Amy’s recovery from her ordeal. Loretta could scarcely believe how quickly the child was regaining her former gaiety,… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Who is that girl?” Loretta demanded one evening. “What girl?” Hunter felt heat rising up his neck and avoided meeting his wife’s… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Encircled by the social thoughts of Christmas-time, still let the benignant figure of my childhood stand unchanged! In every cheerful image and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I saw you stare at the sky tonight Millions of stars that always makes you peaceful You are the girl that lures… — Sanee Copy Share Image
“Naked solitude with neither gesture nor word. Transparent in the orchard, smooth as oil on the hill. Silent solitude with neither fragrance… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“It seemed to Hunter that every time he turned around, Bright Star hovered nearby, fluttering her lashes and blushing, making such an… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming? Whose broad… — Mark David Ledbetter Copy Share Image
“Amy caught his arm. “Will you make that boy go away?” Hunter pried her fingers loose and rose. “Swift Antelope is my… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Swift Antelope caught Hunter’s arm before he could go inside his mother’s lodge. “Hunter, about the little yellow-hair.” “Yes, what about her?”… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Hunter, I have no brothers. You are my brother. My wife is dead. My child is dead. My parents are dead. Must… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
