For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from?… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
'THIS ROOM HAS MYSTERY LIKE A TRANCE' This room has mystery like a trance Of wine ; forget-me-nots of you Are chair… — Kenneth Patchen Copy Share Image
A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean question:… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
If you are bathed In God's Forgiveness-Light, Then no dust of earth Will be able to cling to you. — Sri Chinmoy Copy Share Image
The Festival of Books is indeed a well-oiled machine, one which leaves most of the other literary festivals in America, including vaunted… — Michelle Dean Copy Share Image
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time,unobscured by the dust of history. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
I'll always love Paraguay. It's this most exotic place configured out of the imagination, the whole country.Paraguay will always be a special… — John Gimlette Copy Share Image
I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, are are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Because now there's time enough not to hurry, to light the lamp and open the window to the moon and take a… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
O what a flowery track lies spread before me, henceforth! What dust clouds shall spring up behind me as I speed on… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract.… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Life is a phenomenon sui generis, a primal fact in its own right, like energy. Cut flesh or wood how you like,… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
relationships. That's all there really is. There's your relationship with the dust that just blew in your face, or with the person… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
Lilt pulled away. "I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it..." She… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
It embarrasses me to think of all those years I was buying silk suits and alligator shoes that were hurting my feet;… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
No matter how carefully records are kept and filed and computerized, they grow fuzzy with time. Stories grow by accretion. Tales accumulate--like… — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
Be happy when you reach the top: cry, clap your hands, shout to the four winds that you did it, let the… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
