May I strike my heart's keys clearly, and may none fail because of slack, uncertain, or fraying strings. May the tears that… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Plants with leaves no more efficient than today's solar cells could out-compete real plants, crowding the biosphere with an inedible foliage. Tough… — K. Eric Drexler Copy Share Image
Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“This private estate was far enough away from the explosion so that its bamboos, pines, laurel, and maples were still alive, and… — John Hersey Copy Share Image
The islands above the falls are covered with foliage as beautiful as can be seen anywhere. Viewed from the mass of rock… — David Livingstone Copy Share Image
See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In a split second of eternity, everything is changed, transfigured. A few bars of music, rising from an unfamiliar place, a touch… — Muriel Barbery Copy Share Image
Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by… — Mark Strand Copy Share Image
The self-righteous have their fig leaves so tightly bound that they have forgotten the seeping wounds beneath the foliage. — Mark Lowry Copy Share Image
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
A rural Venus, Selah rises from thegold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweepspetals of water from her skin. At once,clouds begin to… — George Elliott Clarke Copy Share Image
We wasters of sorrows! How we stare away into sad endurance beyond them, trying to foresee their end! Whereas they are nothing… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
How I will cherish you then, you grief-torn nights! Had I only received you, inconsolable sisters, on more abject knees, only buried… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Happiness is the potential of sharing destiny and letting loose. We may see it burgeoning in the curve of a sensitive vibe… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
How wonderful is Cold Mountain Climbers are all afraid The moon shines on clear water twinkle twinkle Wind rustles the tall grass… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
The ideal garden is one in which a collection of trees, shrubs and plants have been procured and allotted to the best… — Penelope Hobhouse Copy Share Image
So many want to be lifted by song and dancing, and this morning it is easy to understand. I write in the… — Linda Gregg Copy Share Image
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
All the unhallowed beauty I have found; All free - discordant shrills and form-defying wonders above ground, like writhen trees with draggled… — Rex Ingamells Copy Share Image
A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half all green Abounding foliage moistened with… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What is now the foliage moving? Air is still, and hush'd the breeze, Sultriness, this fullness loving, Through the thicket, from the… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head; two steps farther, and I could look… — Doris Lessing Copy Share Image
