It's so hard to listen to these trains outside my window, here it comes again. And it's calling me, begging me, follow… — Melissa Etheridge Copy Share Image
He walked on water. Perhaps. But could he have *swum* on land? In matching knickers and dark glasses? With his Fountain in… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
I used to think marriage was a plate-glass window just begging for a brick. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Right now, I'm standing behind the glass, and I guess that's a metaphor for how my life will be going forward. — Angela Ruggiero Copy Share Image
In spite of a heavy disguise, a few days' growth on my face, dark glasses, a beret and one of William's jackets… — Laurence Olivier Copy Share Image
Presently he rose and approached the case before which she stood. Its glass shelves were crowded with small broken objects —hardly recognisable… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
You from within our glasses, you lusty golden brew, whoever imbibes takes fire from you. The young and the old sing your… — Bedrich Smetana Copy Share Image
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by… — Vivian Stanshall Copy Share Image
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Though all soft drinks are acidic, dark ones like Coke and Pepsi are the most acidic and it has been found that… — Prashant Bhushan Copy Share Image
When you won that title you should know now that you are representing a whole country or nation with your actions and… — Alexis Arguello Copy Share Image
I'm going back!" I shouted, standing to put some distance between us in case I was yanking her chain too hard and… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
On Saturday mornings I would walk to the Flavor Cup or Puerto Rico Importing coffee store to get my coffee. Often it… — Laurie Colwin Copy Share Image
Demons feed on death and pain madness," Valentine said. "When I kill, it is because I must. You grew up in a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Don't think of Diana Vreeland's memoir as a book; it's more like a lunch. A bit of souffle, a glass of champagne,… — Cathleen McGuigan Copy Share Image
I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust. — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
I'm very nearly drunk enough to be transcendent," Calla said after a space. She was not the only psychic drinking, but she… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Someone's got to break the glass ceiling, and once it's broken, everybody else comes clamouring up behind. — Helen Clark Copy Share Image
The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I'm not very much of a foodie; I like small amounts of delicious things, but I've never overeaten - I'd much rather… — Felicity Kendal Copy Share Image
