“I was going on a motorbike with a friend of mine in my area [Shah Faisal Colony] and suddenly we saw a… — Laurent Gayer Copy Share Image
“~Here’s to kick-offs, goals, assists, shootouts, livin’ on the road, the smell of wet grass, early mornings, breakaways, crossbar shots, countless hours… — anonymise Copy Share Image
It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
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“Oh how lovely to hear the birds!’ an elderly friend recently exclaimed. I smiled, ‘Yes, isn’t it?’ Actually it reminded me of… — Emily Benet Copy Share Image
“I am shielding my eyes from the sun as I look over the ruins I have trekked five days to reach. I… — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“They sat islanded in their foreignness, irrelevant now that the holiday season had ended, anachronistic, outstaying their welcome, no longer necessary to… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
“I saw a moving sight the other morning before breakfast in a little hotel where I slept in the dusty fields. The… — William James Copy Share Image
“The sixth of January, 1482, is not, however, a day of which history has preserved the memory. There was nothing notable in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There was no sign of life round the domed emplacement of the Moonraker, and the concrete, already beginning to shimmer in the… — Ian Fleming Copy Share Image
“There’s lots to do; we have a very busy schedule—— “At 8 o’clock we get up, and then we spend “From 8… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
“For we must not dwell on Death, as it is a mystery and it is something Unknown we leave to the Lord… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“The carnivals gave me my names, Edward. Sometimes I was the Blue Man of the North Pole, or the Blue Man of… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Gabriel came out a moment later, while Kaitlyn was still standing motionless by the stairs. He was shrugging into his T-shirt. He… — L.J. Smith Copy Share Image
“The evening with its lamps burning The night with its head in its hands The early morning I look back at the… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image