The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
Take me. I'm an ordinary player in the key of C. And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity.… — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
The finest music in the room is that which streams out to the ear of the spirit in many an exquisite strain… — James Lane Allen Copy Share Image
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do… — Tom Hodgkinson Copy Share Image
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Like the bee gathering honey from the different flowers, the wise person accepts the essence of the different scriptures and sees only… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
A woman doesn't want to be told she looks nice,' Jude nuttered as she sat down beside maud's grave. "She wants to… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
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“At the edge of heaven, tatters of autumn Cloud. After ten thousand miles of clear Lovely morning, the west wind arrives. Here,… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
“english autumn mornings are often like mornings nowhere else in the world. The air is cold. The floorboards are cold. It is… — John Berger Copy Share Image
Growing nations should remember that, in nature, no tree, though placed in the best conditions of light, soil, and plot, can continue… — Paul Valery Copy Share Image
Be assured that every man's success is in proportion to his average ability. The meadow flowers spring and bloom where the watersannually… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The finest flowers are those transplanted, for transplanting means difficulty, a readjusting to new conditions, and through the effort put forth to… — Elbert Hubbard Copy Share Image
She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
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Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“She liked to scatter hope," Minerva said, taking his offering. "Pardon?" "Snowdrops. They represent hope. The first flowers in the spring. Hope… — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
My field-mouse had made a set of brand-new tracks; here and there they etched themselves, following the brown flowers. It seemed as… — Anne Bosworth Greene Copy Share Image
Transitions are a part of life, allowing for perpetual renewal. When you experience the end of one chapter, allow yourself to feel… — David Simon Copy Share Image
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“The flowers in the bride’s hand are sadly like the garland which decked the heifers of sacrifice in old times!” “Still, Sue,… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
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On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
Like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn,… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
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Candleford Green was but a small village and there were fields and meadows and woods all around it. As soon as Laura… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
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In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days;… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
Don't be so shortsighted that if it doesn't happen right now, you're not going to be happy. You are sowing seeds that… — Joel Osteen Copy Share Image
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A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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