Nature is imperfectly perfect, filled with loose parts and possibilities, with mud and dust, nettles and sky, transcendent hands-on moments and skinned… — Richard Louv Copy Share Image
The low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing… — Barnabe Barnes Copy Share Image
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are as sand, as dust - or less than dust - in the enormity of… — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
But do not look down on even the most minute of things; for with the coming of daybreak, even the tiniest particles… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In life or in football, touchdowns rarely take place in seventy yard increments. Usually it's three yards and a cloud of dust. — Rush Limbaugh Copy Share Image
If you have unfilled dreams and visions of greater prosperity and success tucked in a corner of your mind, don't keep them… — Catherine Ponder Copy Share Image
Education in my family was not merely emphasized, it was our raison d'être. Virtually all of our aunts and uncles had Ph.D.s… — Steven Chu Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Only in an Orwellian [Barack] Obama world full of sprinkly fairy dust broken from atop his unicorn as he's peeking through a… — Sarah Palin Copy Share Image
Mozart eliminates the idea of haste from life. His airs could not lag as they make their journey through the listener's attention;… — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
There yet remains but one concluding tale, And then this chronicle of mine is ended - Fulfilled, the duty God ordained to… — Alexander Pushkin Copy Share Image
Sashimi is velvet dust, verging on silk, or a bit of both, and the extraordinary alchemy of its gossamer essence allows it… — Muriel Barbery Copy Share Image
Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“His reality was turned into dust the day it collided with her universe. For the first time, he wanted to get lost… — Akshay Vasu Copy Share Image
Doesn't sunlight kill them? Doesn't it turn them to dust, or make them burst into flames or something?" "Nope. Vampires tan, just… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
The mind is a mill which can incessant turn, 'til its mere operation focus the stress inward and the stones grind themselves… — David Mamet Copy Share Image
Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My dream is to show the fire which comes out of the horses' nostrils; the dust which rises from their hooves. I… — Rosa Bonheur Copy Share Image
Late 19th-century America was basically a plutocratic enterprise while people toiled in mines and died of coal dust poisoning. — Adam Conover Copy Share Image
It's very limiting to us as a species, the concept of better-than/less-than. It just seems to be at its end. I'm like,… — Meshell Ndegeocello Copy Share Image
His success may be great, but be it ever so great the wheel of fortune may turn again and bring him down… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Custom calls me to 't: What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept,… — Brand Blanshard Copy Share Image
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home's a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils… — Bruce Springsteen Copy Share Image
People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Observation made in the cloister or in the desert will generally be as obscure as the one and as barren as the… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
My dreams are worthless, my plans are dust, my goals are impossible. All are of no value unless they are followed by… — Og Mandino Copy Share Image
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer… — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
One visit with a child can supply us with enough creativity dust to last for a lifetime... Visit with children like you're… — Eric Maisel Copy Share Image
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and the heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Earth, Ashes to ashes and dust to dust in mother earth we place our trust and as we cycle through our years… — Nancy Holder Copy Share Image
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
The poet, distracted by politics, asks of poetry that it make itself useful like metal or flour, that it get ready to… — Eduardo Galeano 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
Take criticism, smash it into dust. Add color and use it to paint breathtaking images of unicorns frolicking through endless fields of… — Matthew Gray Gubler Copy Share Image
That which you create in beauty and goodness and truth lives on for all time to come. Don't spend your life accumulating… — Denis Waitley Copy Share Image
Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image