The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
A year and a half after the end of the war and the German occupation, Paris was muted and looked bruised and… — Paula Fox Copy Share Image
Poetry is a bad medium for philosophy. Everything in the philosophical poem has to satisfy irreconcilable requirements: for instance, the last demand… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
To use Newton's words, our efforts up till this moment have but turned over a pebble or shell here and there on… — Frank Drake Copy Share Image
“Last call. It was about that time. He’d probably been drinking liquid courage all night, waiting for his chance to hit on… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“Duty, honor, country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If I can draw the slightest smile across a single face obliterated by pain, in that act I will have begun to… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
The love of letters is the forlorn hope of the man of letters. His ruling passion is the love of fame. — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
This is the way you look at the poorest details of the world resurfaced, after you've been driving for a long time… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a stranger's treasures, o the raging billows borne.… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
It was the day of the worms. That first almost-warm, after-the-rainy-night day in April, when you bolt from your house to find… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“Here… our failures are known to every Tom Dick and Harry while our successes fall only on deaf ears. It’s death, hostile… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. Life would split asunder without them. 'Come to tea, come to dinner, what's the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
So, cutting the lashing of the waterproof match keg, after many failures Starbuck contrived to ignite the lamp in the lantern; then… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
To an eagle or to an owl or to a rabbit, man must seem a masterful and yet a forlorn animal; he… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.” — Mokokoma Mokhonoana Copy Share Image
We keep wanting to save those who are forlorn in this world. It’s a male habit. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost. — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
In terms of you happiness, in terms of the matters that make you proud or sad, nothing-I repeat, nothing-will have so profound… — Gordon B. Hinckley Copy Share Image
Deceiving world, that with alluring toysHast made my life the subject of thy scorn,And scornest now to lend thy fading joys,T'outlength my… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
