She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
You guys make the rules up, so a foul is a foul. It doesn't matter if a guy is bigger and stronger.… — Shaquille O'Neal Copy Share Image
I buy soy sauce and flavor it five different ways: with sake, mirin, sugar, kombu and bonito flakes. I use them on… — Masaharu Morimoto Copy Share Image
People aren't really poor until they start using water on their corn flakes. — Nancy Reagan Copy Share Image
I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
The house was immaculate, as always, not a stray hair anywhere, not a flake of dandruff or a crumpled towel. Even the… — Sandra Cisneros Copy Share Image
The speckled sky is dim with snow, The light flakes falter and fall slow; Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, Silently drops… — John Townsend Trowbridge Copy Share Image
Never did he once consider directing his hatred toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him ... His subconscious knew… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
I don't eat cereal actually... Frosted Flakes... that's as close as I can get. — Johnny Thunders Copy Share Image
The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was. — Chuck Klosterman Copy Share Image
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
