Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope! — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Long distance hiking is not a vacation, it's too long for that. It's not recreation, too much toil and pain involved. It… — Cindy Ross Copy Share Image
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is well for us that, amidst all the variableness of life, there is One whom change cannot affect; One whose heart… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms — Homer Copy Share Image
Consequently, the value and importance of the monarchic idea cannot reside in the person of the monarch himself except if Heaven decides… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
To a professional critic (I have been one myself) theatre-going is the curse of Adam. The play is the evil he is… — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Was it me you were discussing?” he countered with lifted brows. “I couldn’t tell from the description you were giving. Since when… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
Hold high the brow serene, O youth, where now you stand; Let the bright sheen Of your grace be seen, Fair hope… — Jose Rizal Copy Share Image
But here steps in Satan, the eternal rebel, the first freethinker and the emancipator of worlds. He makes man ashamed of his… — Mikhail Bakunin Copy Share Image
So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
...and for that they were rich,/And robbed the poor; and for that they were strong,/And scourged the weak; and for that they… — Henry Taylor Copy Share Image
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow, The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall! Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phoebus… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
She wants me to take out Patton.” Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?” “No,” I say. “As in… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
The mental powers acquire their full robustness when the cheek loses its ruddy hue, and the limbs their elastic step; and pale… — Thomas Guthrie Copy Share Image
Motherly love is not much use if it expresses itself only as a warm gush of emotion, delicately tinged with pink. It… — Rachel Billington Copy Share Image
Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
... while our men seem thoroughly abreast of the times on almost every other subject, when they strike the woman question they… — Anna Julia Cooper Copy Share Image
Mountains are nature's testimonials of anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and travailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itself… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Rock me on the water Sister will you soothe my fevered brow Rock me on the water I'll get down to the… — Jackson Browne Copy Share Image
I affect no contempt for the high eminence he [Senator Stephen Douglas] has reached. So reached, that the oppressed of my species,might… — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
