In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown — Mary Ann Shaffer Copy Share Image
Men are like chestnuts they sell in the street: they're all hot and they all smell good when you buy them, but… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
There's an old chestnut that asks whether an entrepreneur is born or made and I think it's a combination of both. You… — Theo Paphitis Copy Share Image
I was walking late one night along a tree-lined path; a chestnut fell at my feet. The noise it made as it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I now wish that I had spent somewhat more of my life with verse. This is not because I fear having missed… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Every child should have mud pies, grasshoppers, water bugs, tadpoles, frogs, mud turtles, elderberries, wild strawberries, acorns, chestnuts, trees to climb. Brooks… — Luther Burbank Copy Share Image
It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain,… — Audrey Hepburn Copy Share Image
Growth chestnuts have to be placed on the unyielding anvil of biophysical realities and then crushed with the hammer of moral argument. — Herman E. Daly Copy Share Image
Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed. Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes.… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“The ripe, the golden month has come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. Frost sharps the middle music of the… — Thomas Wolfe Copy Share Image
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire? I swear by my hope of heaven, I will… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
WEATHERS This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
The ordinary chestnut can beget a sickly and reluctant laugh, but it takes a horse chestnut to fetch the gorgeous big horse-laugh. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For each of us as women, there is a dark place within, where hidden and growing our true spirit rises, beautiful and… — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
My breathing slowed. I shaded her thick chestnut hair resting in a smooth curve against her face, a large bruise blazing across… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit?s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Chestnuts are delicacies for princes and a lusty and masculine food for rusticks, and able to make women well-complexioned. — John Evelyn Copy Share Image
