Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If you really think there's a Santa, why don't you sit on the front steps all night in the freezing cold and… — Lewis Black Copy Share Image
The Gingerbread House has four walls, a roof, a door, a window, and a chimney. It is decorated with many sweet culinary… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you noticed how nobody ever looks up? Nobody looks at chimneys, or trees against the sky, or the tops of buildings.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Our secret thoughts - do they ever show up? The small flame of our soul can be burning hot, but no one… — Irving Stone Copy Share Image
The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
When we hold onto the negative in ourselves it comes with endless guilt. We hold onto a lifetime of floating visions and… — Jennifer James Copy Share Image
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater,… — Thomas Hobbes Copy Share Image
And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“I have never felt like I was creating anything. For me, writing is like walking through a desert and all at once,… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Infectious disease is one of the few genuine adventures left in the world. The dragons are all dead and the lance grows… — Hans Zinsser Copy Share Image
“The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
No amount of rationalisation, reform, or Freudian analysis can quite annul the thrill of the chimney-corner whisper or the lonely wood. — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens… — Tobsha Learner Copy Share Image
Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Every year, dads will dress up as Santa and try to surprise their kids by coming down the chimney, and every year,… — Kyle Dunnigan Copy Share Image
