The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
The wild bird that flies so lone and far has somewhere its nest and brood. A little fluttering heart of love impels… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
You could be attached to merely a description of a plant or a flower. Or a narrative of an event. Or rage… — Gerald Stern Copy Share Image
That night, like every other night since I’d met her, I curled Grace into my arms, listening to her parents’ muffled movements… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There's a very generous donation in the parish's future if you make this fast. Ten minutes, at the most." Frowning, the man… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas!… — Friedrich Nietzsche 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
Deception, flattering, lying, deluding, talking behind the back, putting up a false front, living in borrowed splendor, wearing a mask, hiding behind… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased.… — Zhuangzi 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
When I looked at the painting I felt the same convergence on a single point: a glancing sun-struck instance that existed now… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater,… — Thomas Hobbes Copy Share Image
I really enjoyed staying at an encampment at the top of a hill in the Samburu Reserve in Kenya. You reach it… — Cherie Lunghi Copy Share Image
Kevin stopped where he was and stood there simply gazing at her. Molly sat cross-legged in the meadow with the sun shining… — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
I watched the edges of the leaves slowly unfold, fluttering in the breeze. "How long did you wait?" It would've been unbearably… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Don't wait for the muse. As I've said, he's a hardheaded guy who's not susceptible to a lot of creative fluttering. This… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
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