“daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Some people know Rosa Parks, they know Daisy Bates in Arkansas, but every... Ruby Doris Smith, Diane Nash, countless individuals. — John Lewis Copy Share Image
Someone said to me today, ‘Everybody loved PUSING DAISIES,’ I said, ‘No, they didn’t— that’s why I’m here today talking about a… — Chi McBride 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
Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps… — John Milton 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
Never a daisy that grows, but a mystery guideth the growing; Never a river that flows, but a majesty scepters the flowing. — Richard Realf Copy Share Image
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a… — Phoebe Cary 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
People.. .love to say that 'Violence never solved anything.' But what solved Hitler? Was It a team of social workers? Was it… — Michael Medved Copy Share Image
Poor Christopher-John had fallen into the hands of Miss. Daisy Crocker. I greatly sympathized him, but as in everything else, Christopher John… — Mildred D. Taylor Copy Share Image
In America, snobs who wouldn't be seen dead with a lottery ticket play the stock market. We like to gamble. Winning, we… — Barbara Holland Copy Share Image
Daisy was a consciously happy young woman without any of the usual endowments that make for conscious happiness, money apart. She was… — Laura Riding Copy Share Image
An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,-- This art of writing billet-doux-- In buds, and odors, and bright hues!… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine; a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair;… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but… — F. Scott Fitzgerald 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
“DAISIES It is possible, I suppose that sometime we will learn everything there is to learn: what the world is, for example,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When death comes…. I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what it’s going to be like, that cottage… — Mary Oliver 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
Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The… — F. Scott Fitzgerald 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
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
I would like to think that no one would die anymore if we all believed in daisies but the worms know better,… — Anne Sexton 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
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Think of a field of daisies: they bloom, they wither, and in the spring they grow again. Who wants to see the… — Rudy Rucker Copy Share Image
Oh, you want too much!" she cried to Gatsby. "I love you now-isn't that enough? I can't help what's past." She began… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Food is life. Food is also very sensual, and in Pushing Daisies, pie being reflective of life and a man who was… — Bryan Fuller Copy Share Image
' Daisies' is about a guy touching dead people and bringing them back to life. It's kind of morbid, you know. But… — Lee Pace Copy Share Image
She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every… — William Mountford Copy Share Image
We have the promises of God as thick as daisies in summer meadows, that death, which men most fear, shall be to… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response… — F. Scott Fitzgerald 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
