Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie. — James Hogg Copy Share Image
Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
O how beautiful is morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisies And the kingcups fill the meadow Like a golden-shielded army Marching… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
She (Daisy) dug her nails into her palms and told herself she had no choice. "I, Theodosia..." She gulped for air. "...take… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
I knew a lot of chords, but they weren't the chords that came with the melody that came with the idea I… — Tom T. Hall Copy Share Image
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing? — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Daisy smiled and said, "Jay Berry, you won't die. You may think you will, but you won't. In a day or two,… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share Image
Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I take the paraglider to the mountain or I roll Daisy out of her hangar and I pick the prettiest part of… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
She's one of those soppy girls, riddled from head to foot with whimsy. She holds the view that the stars are God's… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do! I'm half crazy, all for the love of you! It won't be a stylish marriage… — Harry Dacre Copy Share Image
A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to… — Richard Henry Stoddard Copy Share Image
Swinging at daisies is like playing electric guitar with a tennis racket: if it were that easy, we could all be Jerry… — Michael Bamberger Copy Share Image
Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits,… — Alasdair Gray Copy Share Image
I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is not death to have the body called back to the earth, and dissolved into its kindred elements, and mouldered to… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Sometimes I'm kind of spacey. I'm like Ferdinand the bull, sniffing the daisy, not aware of time, of what's going on in… — Richard Gere Copy Share Image
My family knew I was gay when I was 15, long before I got famous. But it's a very different thing coming… — Boy George Copy Share Image
Regret, Daisy knew, was the only confirmation of a well-lived life. If you didn't occasionally go too far, you weren't going anywhere. — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
Jessica's Daisy Dukes are even shorter than Catherine Bach's, which I honestly didn't think was possible. — Jay Chandrasekhar Copy Share Image
