This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
It's the relationships between people that are more important than the sort of far away fantasies of what the good life is,… — Mira Sorvino Copy Share Image
The seed is the fetus, in other words, a true plant with its parts (that is, its leaves, of which there are… — Marcello Malpighi Copy Share Image
On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Nip the shoots of arbitrary power in the bud, is the only maxim which can ever preserve the liberties of any people. — John Quincy Adams Copy Share Image
But we are mostly what we are, and the turtle stretching toward delicious buds on high does not lighten his carapace by… — Arthur Miller Copy Share Image
You probably heard about the big prisoner swap with Cuba. A man who has been incarcerated in Havana for five years is… — David Letterman Copy Share Image
A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone,… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Bud, my self-defense and combat skills teacher, was still trying to get me to learn knife fighting. "Silver knives! Painful and sometimes… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter - perfect in its bud as in its bloom - with no… — James Whistler Copy Share Image
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The thorn tree just began to bud And greening stained the sheltering hedge, An many a violet beside the wood Peeped blue… — John Clare Copy Share Image
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Lies About Love We are all liars, because The truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, Whereas letters are fixed, and we… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Children, as persons, are entitled to the greatest respect. Children are given to us as free-flying souls, but then we clip their… — Gerry Spence Copy Share Image
Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but… — John Donne Copy Share Image
The sun meets not the springing bud that stretches towards him with half the certainty that God, the source of all good,… — William Law Copy Share Image
