The poet, whether in prose or verse, the creator, can only stamp his images forcibly on the page, in proportion, as he… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He brooded on how close destruction always was to all creatures, animals as well as humans, and he realized that there is… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“I’ve bemused you with these tales of the devil and his ancient offer of knowledge, that he uses what seems so good… — Vaughn Heppner Copy Share Image
Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
“Lived in Chicago, survived in New York, brooded in Detroit, floundered in lots of places, arrived here late, after living in libraries… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
A poor life is lived by any one who doesn't regularly take time out to stand and gaze, or sit and listen,… — Clement Greenberg Copy Share Image
“With what characters she had filled this lost stage of emptiness! It was here that she would see the people of her… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And home was as squalid psychically as physically. Psychically, it was a rabbit hole, a midden, hot with the frictions of tightly… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“Home, home-a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by a rabble of boys and girls… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
