I am much afraid that we shall have very greatly hastened the decline and ruin of the New World by our contagion,… — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
My own dear mother was a martyr indeed, and it is not to everybody that God grants so easy a way to… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Don't laugh at the spinsters, dear girls, for often very tender, tragic romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
I don't know about being a Catholic anymore, though I had a great romance with the Church. But its male hierarchy causes… — Joan Hackett Copy Share Image
No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as… — Homer Copy Share Image
“The imagination doesn’t crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever’s there: sometimes too much, sometimes too… — Julian Barnes Copy Share Image
Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Dear Bill (O'Reilly)...I am concerned that you have been losing touch with reality recently. Did you really say you are more powerful… — Roger Ebert Copy Share Image
Doubts about the fundamentals of the gospel exist in certain churches, I am told, to a large extent. My dear friends, where… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
I had ... come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again. — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight, From Life's glad morning to its solemn night; Yet, through the dear Lord's love,… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
And you are? (Xypher) Pissed off. You wrecked my car, shoved me around, and are a complete and utter dickhead! (Simone) Dear… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
I remember one day my son, our Robert, was looking at me on the settee and looking at me on the television,… — Cilla Black Copy Share Image
So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you? — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
You should be able to drink a clean cup of water and you should be able to write your own name. That's… — Asher Roth Copy Share Image
Dad and I did not care at all for your story in The New Yorker … [I]t does seem, dear, that this… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
Dear God, please reveal to us your sublime beauty, that is everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, so that we will never again feel frightened. — Francis of Assisi Copy Share Image
The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
