I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
It is a dreadful truth that the state of having to depend solely on God is what we all dread most… It… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My dear Frodo!’ exclaimed Gandalf. ‘Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He who, being bold For life to come, is false to the past sweet Of mortal life, hath killed the world above.… — Sydney Thompson Dobell Copy Share Image
How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in loneliness; for there is as it were… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Most actors I know come from a screwed up background, so it makes sense that if you can walk on to a… — Peter Mullan Copy Share Image
To love God and neighbor is not something abstract, but profoundly concrete: it means seeing in every person and face of the… — Pope Francis Copy Share Image
I say that a Christian congregation can survive and often appear to prosper in the community by the exercise of human talent… — Aiden Wilson Tozer Copy Share Image
My dear fellow citizens: For forty years you have heard from my predecessors on this day different variations of the same theme:… — Vaclav Havel Copy Share Image
Misanthropy ariseth from a man trusting another without having sufficient knowledge of his character, and, thinking him to be truthful, sincere, and… — Plato Copy Share Image
Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster; There's hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so! As on… — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
God, teach me to be patient, teach me to go slow, Teach me how to wait on You when my way I… — Helen Steiner Rice Copy Share Image
Armament should be an illegality everywhere, and some sort of international force should patrol a treaty-bound world. Partial armament is one of… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
The English government having determined not to respect my rights as a French citizen and officer, and summoned me before a court… — Wolfe Tone Copy Share Image
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,- The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Despite the changes which come into our lives and with gratitude in our hearts, may we fill our days-as much as we… — Thomas S. Monson Copy Share Image
You can tell actually when he starts to talk about his family, or his Daughters, or his Wife, and his whole face… — Mary-Louise Parker Copy Share Image
Ce'Nedra returned, frowning and a little angry. "They won't give me their eggs, Lady Polgara," she complained. "They're sitting one them." "You… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Even though we didn't actually record it as the Move I had already written a song called 'Dear Elaine,' which I subsequently… — Roy Wood Copy Share Image
There's no comparison between the most precious parts of one's personal life and success and wealth. If you lost someone near and… — Robert Plant Copy Share Image
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do not… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What I ended up doing was kind of crafting an idea for a story, presenting it to a writer - a dear… — Kiefer Sutherland Copy Share Image
Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who is gone at last! Even muggles like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Dear God. Not only am I unemployed and homeless, but I also have a pregnant woman, bereaved dog, elephant, and eleven horses… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
It takes a heap o' children to make a home that's true,And home can be a palace grand, or just a plain,… — Louis Untermeyer Copy Share Image
I think that when we talk about education I was also blessed to talk with my dear brother Arne Duncan. I had… — Cornel West Copy Share Image
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Don't you hate people who drink white wine? I mean, my dear, every alcoholic in town is getting falling-down drunk on white… — Bette Davis Copy Share Image
Above the titles of wife and mother, which, although dear, are transitory and accidental, there is the title human being, which precedes… — Mary Livermore Copy Share Image
The best way to hold on to something is to pay no attention to it. The things you love too much perish.… — Dmitri Shostakovich Copy Share Image
...in the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in the streets or villages...in the woods we return to reason… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee. I prithee, dear moon, now show to me the form and the features,… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Written with passion, honesty, humor, and a stubborn, rebellious optimism, Dear Marcus is like nothing I've ever read. When a bullet in… — Shalom Auslander Copy Share Image
Oh, dear me." Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. "The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
The Union next to our liberties the most dear. May we all remember that it can only be preserved by respecting the… — John C. Calhoun Copy Share Image
Meg's high-heeled slippers were dreadfully tight, and hurt her, though she would not own it; and Jo's nineteen hair-pins all seemed stuck… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
