The beauty of New York is unintentional; it arose independent of human design, like a stalagmite cavern. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
As the architecture of a country always follows the earliest structures, American architecture should be a refinement of the log-house. The Egyptian… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Guess what it is that turns plants to coal. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble. Pressure. Guess what… — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew. — Horace Copy Share Image
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Enchanted worlds still exist because the child within us never dies. The doorways may be more obscure, but we can still seek… — Ted Andrews Copy Share Image
It's a physical urge, huger and stronger than thirst or sex. Halfway back on the left side of my head there is… — Jean Hegland Copy Share Image
Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper… — George Sterling Copy Share Image
See! those fiendish lineaments graven on the darkness, the writhed lip of scorn, the mockery of that living eye, the pointed finger,… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Child of woe is wane and delicate... sensitive and on the quiet side, she loves the picnics and outings to the underground… — Charles Addams Copy Share Image
we are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. but we… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
BIRTH, n. The first and direst of all disasters. As to the nature of it there appears to be no uniformity. Castor… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
Elend: "Each moment you fight is a gift to those in this cavern. Each second we fight is a second longer that… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
