And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds. — Steven Erikson 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
What is charm, it is not a moral quality, it is not intellectual for no man by much thinking is able to… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
Time can play all sorts of tricks on you. In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into… — Brian Selznick Copy Share Image
