Brook isn't just my brother, he's one of my closest friends. That won't change. — Robin Lopez Copy Share Image
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“He couldn’t prevent her from feeling any pain, but he could stand beside her through it.” — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart. — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“You drive me wild, Brook. I don’t know if I can control myself around you much longer.” — Kitty Berry Copy Share Image
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the… — Edna Ferber Copy Share Image
A brook can be a friend in a special way. It talks to you with splashy gurgles. It cools your toes and… — Joan Walsh Anglund Copy Share Image
Loving Allah resembles a brook in a desert with no millstone, and that is why there are few water-drawers. The lover usually… — Ibn Al Qayyim Copy Share Image
“In the country, especially, there are such a lot of entertaining things. I can walk over everybody's land, and look at everybody's… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
“HAVE you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
There's a fine line between a stream of consciousness and a babbling brook to nowhere. — Dan Harmon Copy Share Image
I'm looking for a woman with the body of Kelly Brook and the mind of Stephen Fry. — Stephen Merchant Copy Share Image
I was born in Westchester, NY. I grew up around the Rye Brook area, and then I moved to White Plains with… — Jennifer Damiano Copy Share Image
“They've never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any… — Madeline L'Engle Copy Share Image
“Stop, stop pretty water!" Said Mary one day To a frolicsome brook That was running away. "You run on so fast! I… — Eliza Lee Follen Copy Share Image
The sensitive ear of the musician detects a certain musical note in every city which is different from that of another city.… — Max Heindel Copy Share Image
