They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“...I felt the stirring even of parts of me that had been dead since childhood, that sense of the child as a… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.” — Heather Anastasiu Copy Share Image
“Steven felt a stirring in his chest. It was strangely like hunger, but not. More than desire, though he was feeling that… — Alina K. Field Copy Share Image
I am living in the Africa I have always longed for, always felt stirring in my blood. — Jane Goodall Copy Share Image
