Perhaps no order of mammals presents us with so extraordinary a series of gradations as this [step by step, from humans to… — Thomas Huxley Copy Share Image
She had been dragged in the most humiliating of all dusts, the dust reserved for older women who let themselves be approached,… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust. — Mick Farren Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold -… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies… — Jim Cummings Copy Share Image
At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip… — John Updike Copy Share Image
When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When a man is not wanted in the village, he is always accused of raising dust even when he falls in a… — Vikrant Parsai Copy Share Image
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I'm not a prophet, but I always thought it was natural for dictatorships to fall. I remember in 1989, two months before… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image
Passing beauties are only the fugitive reflections of the eternal. All beauty alters and all life melts away; in short, everything passes… — Eliphas Levi Copy Share Image
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls… — Thomas de Quincey Copy Share Image
This world is not a platform where you will hear Thalberg-piano-playing. It is a piano manufactory, where are dust and shavings and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Who's this—alone with stone and sky? It's only my old dog and I— It's only him; it's only me; Alone with stone… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
Some tulips last so long you could almost dust them off, and others you can't trust over night. — Constance Spry Copy Share Image
O fools, awake! The rites ye sacred hold Are but a cheat contrived by men of old Who lusted after wealth and… — Al-Maʿarri Copy Share Image
“KINGDOM OF THE WOMB From her thighs, she gives you life And how you treat she who gives you life Shows how… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Powers Hapgood had just come from court because there was some kind of dust-up on a picket line. The judge was so… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
When you play test cricket, you don't give the Englishmen an inch. Play it tough, all the way. Grind them into the… — Donald Bradman Copy Share Image
Everybody has a little bit of the sun and moon in them. Everybody has a little bit of man, woman, and animal… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
