There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Very slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying anymore, merely staring at the floor and looking… — John Boyne Copy Share Image
If we become uncomfortable in any given moment, we can look at a flower, a pebble in the street or the tire… — Barry Neil Kaufman Copy Share Image
The City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines,… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
When "Here Comes the Sun" started, what happened? No, the sun didn't come out, but Mom opened up like the sun breaking… — Maria Semple Copy Share Image
The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Without memories to cloud it, the mind perceives with absolute clarity. Each observation stands out in stark relief. In the beginning, when… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
I don't think I will ever be able to really articulate how bizarre it was to hear my name at the Academy… — Lupita Nyong'o Copy Share Image
It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The bottom line is pray. If you’re tired, sick, emotionally overwhelmed—pray. If you’re on cloud nine and life seems perfect—pray. If you… — Tony Evans Copy Share Image
There is an universal tendency among mankind to conceive all beings like themselves, and to transfer to every object, those qualities, with… — David Hume Copy Share Image
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be Blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Cherish what is dearest while you have it near you, and wait not till it is far away. Blind and deaf that… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Clouds overlaid the sky as with a shroud of mist, and everything looked sad, rainy, and threatening under a fine drizzle which… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
God left the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon. He left the electricity still in the cloud, the oil… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Self-reflection is the gateway to freedom. It also brings greater appreciation and enjoyment. We begin to enjoy spending time with our own… — Dzigar Kongtrul Rinpoche Copy Share Image
Don't you find it rather heavy, to have everything really in front of you – all the people who are going to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When you fall in love with a work of art, you’d die to meet the artist. I am a student of the… — Yasmin Mogahed Copy Share Image
The aim of Satanic power is to cut off communication with God. To accomplish this aim he deludes the soul with a… — James O. Fraser Copy Share Image
“Sheep used to have wings. One flew into the sky and all the others followed. They took their wings off while feeding… — Richard Adams Copy Share Image
At last, in the dead of the night, when the street was very still indeed, Little Dorrit laid the heavy head upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I was out in California over the holidays and I was working with some photographs I took out there just now, actually,… — Michelle Stuart Copy Share Image
“I watched clouds awobbly from the floor ' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
I can never look now at the Milky Way without wondering from which of those banked clouds of stars the emissaries are… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
But when the fairy sang the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Do you wanna be a poet and write? Do you wanna be an actor up in lights? Do you wanna be soldier,… — Jo Dee Messina Copy Share Image
“A generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar now stood under the open sky in a countryside in which… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
Trees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The cloud is driven by statistics, and even in the worst individual cases of personal ignorance, dullness, idleness, or irrelevance, every person… — Jaron Lanier Copy Share Image
Nature. As the word is now commonly used it excludes nature's most interesting productions-the works of man. Nature is usually taken to… — Samuel Butler Copy Share Image
Progress has never been a bargain. You have to pay for it. Sometimes I think there's a man who sits behind a… — Jerome Lawrence Copy Share Image
Innocence never gets destroyed because it is eternal, but it may happen that it will get covered with some clouds by our… — Nirmala Srivastava Copy Share Image
The best part was now. That was what she would take with her from her journeys through the ages: He was worth… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
These neutrino observations are so exciting and significant that I think we're about to see the birth of an entirely new branch… — John N. Bahcall Copy Share Image
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