“My life is absolutely meaningless. When I consider the different periods into which it falls, it seems like the word Schnur in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread… — Zilpha Keatley Snyder Copy Share Image
Clothing that covers the body can be comfortable or uncomfortable, depending on the fabric. In India I typically wear a full salwaar… — Martha Nussbaum Copy Share Image
Seal the openings, shut the doors, dull the sharpness, untie the knots, dim the light, become one with the dust. This is… — Laozi Copy Share Image
His eyes are blue, and blue eyes up close are a celestial phenomenon: nebulae as seen through telescopes, the light of unnamed… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
What is excellent, As God lives, is permanent; Hearts are dust, hearts' loves remain, Heart's love will meet thee again. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so the leaves—the fern and the needled… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
The world is a better place to live in because it contains human beings who will give up ease and security in… — Walter Lippmann Copy Share Image
I've always been intrigued with the male characters in novels like 'Pride and Prejudice' such as Mr. Darcy, and this poem is… — Victoria Chang Copy Share Image
So we must love, while these moments are still called today, take part in the pain of this passion play, stretching our… — Emily Saliers Copy Share Image
Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind. — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer… — Muriel Barbery Copy Share Image
I'd hasten to say that the prejudice in Dust City isn't completely analogous to racism in the real world. — Robert Paul Weston Copy Share Image
There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
Naked I came into the world, but brush strokes cover me, language raises me, music rhythms me. Art is my rod and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I need to feel as if everything is clean and in its proper place before I can even attempt to write one… — Said Sayrafiezadeh Copy Share Image
Trey Spruance didn't want to tour for ages. And Dean Menta has always been our guitar-roadie during Angel Dust, and I remember… — Mike Patton Copy Share Image
Technology changes the medium. I grew up on watching a box in my living room that made my parents happy. After something… — Dan Harmon Copy Share Image
If it were my decision, I'd knock the Superdome down. If I couldn't knock it down, I'd just open the roof and… — Ray Nagin Copy Share Image
I am not quite sure how writing changes things, but I know that it does. It is indirect-like the trails of earthworms… — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
