Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale. — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Oh yes!' and suddenly the wintry frost-bound look of care had left Mr. Thornton's face, as if some soft summer gale had… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth; The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth: Flowers in the valley,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Greta is great, but he's a little...extremely...moody. Take my birthday last year. At the stroke of midnight, he appeared at my door.… — Bratniss Everclean Copy Share Image
Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest. — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
“We are the owls of the weather chaw. We take it blistering, We take it all. Roiling boiling gusts, We’re the owls… — Kathryn Lasky Copy Share Image
About midnight the fog shut down again denser than before. One could almost "stand on it." It continued so for a number… — Joshua Slocum Copy Share Image
Not if we blow it up," Gale says brusquely. His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
As we ride the elevator Gale finally says “You're still angry.” “And you're still not sorry,” I reply. "I will stand by… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Some time ago we heard a strange story. The pilot of a small plane said that he had been caught in a… — James Keller Copy Share Image
Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone....There's no shelter for me… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Finally, Peeta turns to Pollux. "Well, then you just became our most valuable asset." Castor laughs and Pollux manages a smile. We're… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, “Peace! Peace!” — but there is no peace. The war… — Patrick Henry Copy Share Image
What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Our rocky ledge overlooking the valley. Perhaps a little less green than usual, but the blackberry bushes hang heavy with fruit. Here… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Now from his breast into the eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and… — Homer Copy Share Image
