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Faith seems to grab people and not let go, but hope is a double-crosser. It can beat it on you anytime; it's… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
'Green fingers' are a fact, and a mystery only to the unpracticed. But green fingers are the extensions of a verdant heart.… — Russell Page Copy Share Image
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him. I cant afford this, he thought,… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them… — Tabitha Suzuma Copy Share Image
People's hands fascinate me. It's tempting to look at a businessman's left hand and see if there's an indentation from a missing… — Benedict Cumberbatch Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
She smiled, pulling the photo a little closer, and I wondered if I should ask her, too, the question for my project,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
One minute she acts like she wants to be with me and I'm the one rejecting her. The next, she's got this… — Jennifer Armintrout Copy Share Image
Alas! In vain historians pry and probe: The same wind blows, and in the same live robe Truth bends her head to… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The finger of the atheists' own divinity, Reason, wrote on the wall the appalling judgments that there is no God; that the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Blue stretched her hand out. Adam took it without hesitation, like he'd been waiting for her to offer it. He said in… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
EMILY's List has worked a lot with swing women voters over the years, and one thing we've learned is that they are… — Ellen Malcolm Copy Share Image
The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Let us have a fair field! This is all we ask, and we will be content with nothing less. The finger of… — Tennessee Celeste Claflin Copy Share Image
One would truly need a great and spacious makeup kit to compete with beauty as portrayed in media all around us. Yet… — Jeffrey R. Holland Copy Share Image
My fingers are too short to enable me to get grip enough on the ball to pitch a deep curve, so that… — Pud Galvin Copy Share Image
The right kind of practice is not a matter of hours. Practice should represent the utmost concentration of brain. It is better… — Leopold Auer Copy Share Image
Oh, you're one of those,' the princess said. 'One of what?' 'One of those who needs to be told their worth over… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips.… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Be careful not to be the first to put your hands in the dish. What you cannot hold in your hands you… — Desiderius Erasmus Copy Share Image
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I don't have an office. I sit in a cubicle with everybody else. That's partly so no one can ask for an… — Kevin P. Ryan Copy Share Image
What are your thoughts?' 'My thoughts?' I replied, before I even realized what I was saying. 'My thoughts created my world.' Mac… — Megan McCafferty Copy Share Image
That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the streets. People… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?” “Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Lucas should've run out of there that instant. Instead he stared at me through the glass and slowly unfolded his hand opposite… — Claudia Gray Copy Share Image
I pu my finger to her lips. "You have to hush a minute so that I can tell you something." "What?" she… — Brad Barkley Copy Share Image
I'm not good enough to be playin' much acoustic guitar onstage. Man, you gotta get so right; I mean, the tones, the… — Johnny Winter Copy Share Image
Physician of the Iron Age, Goethe has done his pilgrimage. He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
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