I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
There's an awful lot of misunderstanding here about what being poor actually means. I don't think people understand that being poor means… — Emma Thompson Copy Share Image
I'm so glad you're back. We need you here. I mean...Burnett's okay, but...he's not you." Holiday arched a brow. "I hear he… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
And did I pass?" The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
But there were moments when she played songs that made you wonder where she learned them, where indeed she came from. Harsh-tender… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still… — Olivia Howard Dunbar Copy Share Image
“Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum… — Stephen Chbosky Copy Share Image
She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I… — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
I was a shadow among shadows brooding over the fate of other shadows that I alone strove to summon up out of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering". — Flann O'Brien Copy Share Image
O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch,… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
Apparently my street has a leaf blower gang who tag team all day, so the sounds of the leaf blower are forever… — Bob Saget Copy Share Image
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
Prometheus, I have no Titan's might, Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart, For daytime's vulture talons tear apart The… — Philip Jose Farmer Copy Share Image
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In between waking up from bed in the morning and going back in the evening, let something happen. God will bless that… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
Human beings don't show, any more than cities at dusk, their real necessities! And yet if you looked -- past the circle… — Phyllis Bottome Copy Share Image
