...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“How sad if we allow our hearts to wane And obscure our joy with enduring pain While all things, good or bad,… — Joan Marques Copy Share Image
“He froze, becoming stone still. As the hover climbed the hill to the palace, his shoulders sank, and he returned his gaze… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
“The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a… — Ian McEwan Copy Share Image
“The next thing I knew, I was sprawled in the traffic circle, coughing and gasping as a tower of fire roared into… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“Lovingly, yet sadly withal, does our evening sky bend over and meet the earth in the distance. It casts a mournful light… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“I'm standing in a river. It's blue. Dark blue. Reflecting the color of the evening sky.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“After a minute I leaned back, elbows on the table, and looked up for the twinkle of the first star in the… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“Despite the enormous evening sky spreading over most of the canvas, its moon no more than a tarnished coin, dull and flat,… — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
“He’d been toting it, and checking it, and packing and unpacking, all the way since fate was on the river - that’s… — John Clellon Holmes Copy Share Image
If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“All uncleanness seems washed clean in its lonely stretches ; the life-giving sun and ardent air must still bring singular joy, the… — Mabel Loomis Todd Copy Share Image
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A… — Hannah Flagg Gould Copy Share Image
There would have to be bread, some rich, whole-grain bread and zwieback, and perhaps on a long, narrow dish some pale Westphalian… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“A fire burns in the evening sky Breaking like an egg in a pan A sea of yellowish orange spreads In accordance… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
“On Ponkawtasset, since, we took our way, Down this still stream we took our meadowy way, A poet wise has settled, whose… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The world that was not mine yesterday now lies spread out at my feet, a splendor. I seem, in the middle of… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“They’ll ask you, child, what you know of suffering. They’ll ask you where it hurts the most, when the pain changes like… — Kwame Opoku-Duku Copy Share Image
If I could reach up and hold a star for everytime you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“In my opinion, it was chiefly owing to their deep contemplation in their silent retreats in the days of youth that the… — Francis Assikinack Copy Share Image
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“my dear, I have nothing to say. my heart burns like the evening sky.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“Winter? Everything all right?” “I can’t go there,” Winter said. “Why not?” Qibli asked, startled. “It’s cursed.” Winter waved a talon at… — Tui T. Sutherland Copy Share Image
