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Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper Of warm lights and all-night vigil In the soft face of a girl: Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor!… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
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Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
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She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent.… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Anna Journey, in her new book of poems, Vulgar Remedies, creates an alchemical self whose shimmering limbic / alembic lyrics distill the… — Carol Muske-Dukes Copy Share Image
Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over… — John Steinbeck 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
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
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He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I was young, and by instinct of self-preservation I had to collect my energy on something, if I were not to be… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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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
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
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I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
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I reached this level by sheer dint of hard work, toiling away at scores of tricks and experiments. I used to play… — Zinedine Zidane Copy Share Image
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