The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. — John Milton Copy Share Image
She is a woman of honour and smartness whose wild leaves out luck, always taking risks, and there is something in her… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Let the labyrinth of wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my own life, let my hair whiten… — Salvador Dali Copy Share Image
And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-school'd, self-scann'd, self-honour'd, self-secure, Didst tread on earth unguess'd at. Better so! All… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Walks through the land in green attire. And burns in meadow-grass the phlox His torch of purple… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
For every man's nature is concealed with many folds of disguise, and covered as it were with various veils. His brows, his… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
Let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our brows, and take up… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
If trust must be earned, hasn't God unequivocally earned our trust with the bark on the raw wounds, the thorns pressed into… — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
The moon is looking down into the canyon, and how marvelously the great rocks kindle to her light! Every dome, and brow,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
And even though people like to furrow their brow like they suspect you're not being honest about yourself, the truth is that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The god we now behold with opened eyes, A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters… — Ovid Copy Share Image
I need dating advice. Fast.” Ash arched a single brow at that. “I’m useless. I’ve never been on one.” The three human… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
E'en Beauty mourns in her decaying bower, That Time upon her angel brow should set His crooked autograph, and mar the jet… — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My dowry is thirty-five. A year.” His brows climbed. “You’re joking.” “I would never joke about money with a notorious thief. Just… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
Unless the human race perspire more than I do, there is no occasion to live by the sweat of their brow. If… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and… — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
Income earned by the sweat of your brow should be taxed at the lowest rates, not the highest. Capital gains should be… — John C. Bogle Copy Share Image
Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
