Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the… — John Gillespie Magee, Jr Copy Share Image
“And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant… — William Blake Copy Share Image
My husband's personality was filled with serenity and sunlight. Not even the incurable illness which fell upon him soon after our marriage… — Leopold von Sacher-Masoch Copy Share Image
If we imagine an observer to approach our planet from outer space, and, pushing aside the belts of red-brown clouds which obscure… — Eduard Suess Copy Share Image
I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack, And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black. So when it… — GZA Copy Share Image
I suffered no pain, my hunger had taken the edge off; instead I felt pleasantly empty, untouched by everything around me and… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
You cannot force things to happen before their time. The Spring Will come and the flowers will blossom, but you cannot force… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
While my hand is on the stick, my feet on the rudder, and my eyes on the compass, this consciousness, like a… — Charles Lindbergh Copy Share Image
I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
Like all passions, anger has degrees, ascending from slight vexation through deepening clouds to rage, and finally to fury, which is a… — James Vila Blake Copy Share Image
Hey there's not a cloud in the sky It's as blue as your goodbye And I thought that it would rain On… — Wendy Matthews Copy Share Image
A building is akin to dogma; it is insolent, like dogma. Whether or no it is permanent, it claims permanence, like a… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
this is what happens to the plans of humans, it is when they make them in the midst of their pleasures that… — Marquis de Sade Copy Share Image
For all that we have done, as a civilization, as individuals, the universe is not stable, and nor is any single thing… — Richard K. Morgan Copy Share Image
Coffee, the sober drink, the mighty nourishment of the brain, which unlike other spirits, heightens purity and lucidity; coffee, which clears the… — Jules Michelet Copy Share Image
Heaven is totally overrated. It seems boring. Clouds, listening to people play the harp. It should be somewhere you can't wait to… — Joel Stein Copy Share Image
However we may flatter ourselves to the contrary, our friends think no higher of us than the world do. They see us… — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
Opposition to God and His Christ, opposition to light and truth has existed since the beginning to the present day. This is… — Wilford Woodruff Copy Share Image
Act! the wise are known by their actions; fame and immortality are ever their attendants. Mark with deeds the vanishing traces of… — Johann Gaudenz von Salis-Seewis Copy Share Image
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Grief! thou art classed amongst the depressing passions. And true it is that thou humblest to the dust, but also thou exaltest… — Thomas de Quincey Copy Share Image
The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Each thing organizes the space around it, rebuffing or sidling up against other things; each thing calls, gestures, beckons to other beings… — David Abram Copy Share Image
“To make myself understood and to diminish the distance between us, I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Liupan the Mountain of Six Circles Dazzling sky to the far cirrus clouds. I gaze at wild geese vanishing into the south.… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
The whole life-effort of man is to get his life into direct contact with the elemental life of the cosmos, mountain life,… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“It may well be on such a night of clouds and cruel colors that there is brought forth upon the earth such… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
No, he probably wouldn't mention it - except to another flier. Then they will talk for hours. They will re-create all the… — Percy Knauth Copy Share Image
“So many colors. They keep triggering inside me. They harstinker my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Say thank you! I want to hear you say it now. Out loud. 'Thank you.' You're saying thank you because your faith… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars,… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Fantasy doesn't have to be fantastic. American writers in particular find this much harder to grasp. You need to have your feet… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
There is no morality in the mushroom cloud. The black rain of nuclear ashes will fall alike on the just and the… — Edward Kennedy Copy Share Image
...she's leaving now. ... Janis attacks the back door of the school gym and finds herself in a heavy cloud of smoke.… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
The song that I will sing is an old song, so old that none knows who made it. It has been handed… — Geronimo Copy Share Image
God turns clouds inside out to make fluffy beds for the dogs in Dog Heaven, and when they are tired from running… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
To the Taoist mentality, the aimless, empty life does not suggest anything depressing. On the contrary, it suggests the freedom of clouds… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
Wan February with weeping cheer, Whose cold hand guides the youngling year Down misty roads of mire and rime, Before thy pale… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the… — Isaac Babel Copy Share Image
The very willow-rows lopped every three years for fuel or powder, - and every sizable pine and oak, or other forest tree,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
