A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
When I'm manic, I'm so awake and alert, that my eyelashes fluttering on the pillow sound like thunder. — Andy Behrman Copy Share Image
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The dragon-fly is dancing,— Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
“Necessity knows no magic formuae—they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
From numberless books the fluttering reader, idle and inconstant, bears away the bloom that only clings to the outer leaf; but genius… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
Vain-glorious man, when fluttering wind does blow In his light wing's, is lifted up to sky; The scorn of-knighthood and true chivalry.… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And how to paint your lovely hands, fluttering over the silks like two dark birds? — Elizabeth Borton de Trevino Copy Share Image
The space that I can call mine.. is so small that my ideas have become small. I am like a caterpillar in… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Living by synchronicity isn't merely about getting messages. It is about growing the poetic consciousness that allows us to taste and touch… — Robert Moss Copy Share Image
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Now when you cut a forest, an ancient forest in particular, you are not just removing a lot of big trees and… — E. O. Wilson Copy Share Image
How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
The war could kill the faith in him, too, if he was not strong or careful enough. He could feel it fluttering… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The World Trade Organization, The World Bank, The International Monetary Fund and other financial institutions virtually write economic policy and parliamentary legislation.… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
The image that I remember most of all is of the Fenerbahçe players storming into the stadium before kickoff. They were called… — Orhan Pamuk Copy Share Image
