Readers usually ignore the typographic interface, gliding comfortably along literacy's habitual groove. Sometimes, however, the interface should be allowed to fail. By… — Ellen Lupton Copy Share Image
The thing is, helicopters are different from planes. An airplane by it's nature wants to fly, and if not interfered with too… — Harry Reasoner Copy Share Image
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland. — Virgil Copy Share Image
And when it has got in; as one not finding what it seeks, whatever that may be, it wails and howls to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Most agreeable are the memories of events and labours, connected with the cruise:- of companions in travel, ... of coral islands with… — James Dwight Dana Copy Share Image
Until now I have never really lived! Life on earth is a creeping, crawling business. It is in the air that one… — Gabriele d'Annunzio Copy Share Image
We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away. — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? -- not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
Oh, I would while away the hours, Wanking in the flowers, my heart all full of song, I'd be gliding all the… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
I was flying planes before I was driving cars. I started gliding when I was fourteen, about when I started photographing. I… — Michael Light Copy Share Image
My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my… — Ella Leya Copy Share Image
Lightly tripping o'er the land, Deftly skimming o'er the main, Scarce our fairy wings bedewing With the frothy mantling brine, Scarce our… — Hartley Coleridge Copy Share Image
Ghosts! […] I almost think we are all of us ghosts. It is not only what we have inherited from our father… — Henrik Ibsen Copy Share Image
And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond. — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image