I love everything about motels. I can't help myself. I still get excited every time I slip a key into a motel… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
..he continues to cling to the forlorn hope that I will turn into one of those swooning females...and fling myself squeeling at… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A low standard of prayer means a low standard of character and a low standard of service. Those alone labor effectively among… — Charles Brent Copy Share Image
We cannot fling ourselves into the blank future; we can only call up images from the past. This being so, the important… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
Over this country, when the giant Eagle flings the shadow of his wing, the land is darkened. So compact is it that… — Hugh Walpole Copy Share Image
Fling away your soul once for all, your own small self; if you will find it again. Count not even on immortality. — James Anthony Froude Copy Share Image
Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling "Peregrine Pickle" under the toilette -throw "Roderick Random" into the closet -put… — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
To horse and away To the heart of the fray! Fling care to the Devil for one merry day! — William Henry Ogilvie Copy Share Image
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens,… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
I must fling myself down and writhe; I must strive with every piece of force I possess; I bruise and batter myself… — Harry Houdini Copy Share Image
That's beautiful: the hurrah game! well — it's our game: that's the chief fact in connection with it: America's game: has the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
In the business I meet some beautiful women, but to be honest, 80 per cent of them are raving lunatics and are… — Rory McCann Copy Share Image
The day dawns; the morning star is bright upon the horizon! The iron gate of our prison stands half open. One gallant… — Frederick Douglass Copy Share Image
A British porch is a musty, forbidding non-room in which to fling a sodden umbrella or a muddy pair of boots; a… — Dan Stevens Copy Share Image
In the course of that night I suddenly realized that there are many tiny windows between the body and the spirit. If… — Susanna Tamaro Copy Share Image
Horses have hoofs to carry them over frost and snow; hair, to protect them from wind and cold. They eat grass and… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
