In my dreams I gorge on chocolates, I roll in chocolates, and their texture is not brittle but soft as flesh, like… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A bottle of scent. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone… — Gabriel Macht Copy Share Image
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
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
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
It is a thorny undertaking, and more so than it seems, to follow a movement so wandering as that of our mind,… — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
Believe me, I grow daily more convinced that the atmosphere is an inexhaustible source of countless beauties. It is up to we… — Mario de Sa-Carneiro Copy Share Image
When I looked at the painting I felt the same convergence on a single point: a flickering sun-struck instance that existed now… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
A plodding diligence brings us sooner to our journey's end than a fluttering way of advancing by starts. — Roger L'Estrange Copy Share Image
It does help to actually realize that however stunning the person who is, you know, fluttering eyelashes at you, she doesn't do… — Colin Firth Copy Share Image
Well, possibly," I said, feeling my lips twitch again. "But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself… — Katie MacAlister Copy Share Image
His whole body was completely still, except the wings, which were still fluttering a little, like when someone dies. That's when he… — Etgar Keret 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
