The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Tossed into the Secaucus graveyard are about 25 centuries of classical culture and the standards of style, elegance and grandeur that it… — Ada Louise Huxtable Copy Share Image
... where do they go when they die? We hear of the elephant graveyards, where the elephants go to die, but how… — Sophy Burnham Copy Share Image
“When I look at these stiffs by the fire, I am looking at a graveyard. There is hardly room to move between… — Tom Kromer Copy Share Image
The national Democratic leadership is going so far left, they've left America. Don't let them bury the American dream in their graveyard… — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to… — Mary Ann Shaffer Copy Share Image
I was working in the lab late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster from his slab… — Bobby Pickett Copy Share Image
My mother - my stepmother, really, she herself have been what they call an elocutionist. And she was the one who first… — Ruby Dee Copy Share Image
Transience is the force of time that makes a ghost of every experience. There was never a dawn, regardless how beautiful or… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
“dark outline against the mist-smudged streetlights. He paused for a moment, then climbed down the other side, holding on to the top… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a… — Patrick Ness Copy Share Image
I write simply because I hear voices of people in my head who won't give me peace until I convey their stories… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
The Graveyard of the Atlantic exhibit reflects the aquarium's proximity to the state's Outer Banks, where thousands of ships have run aground… — John Grant Copy Share Image
We kill the women. We kill the babies. We kill the blind. We kill the cripples. We kill them all… When you… — Khalid Abdul Muhammad Copy Share Image
Every young man's heart is a graveyard in which are inscribed the names of a thousand dead artists but whose only actual… — Andre Malraux Copy Share Image
The graveyard is the richest place on the surface of the earth because there you will see the books that were not… — Myles Munroe Copy Share Image
I unloaded planes for UPS in Louisville, Kentucky. It only was bad because it was called 'Earn to Learn,' where you pay… — Boyd Holbrook Copy Share Image
Oh, I know I'll improve. It's just that my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes now. That's a sentence I… — Anne Shirley Copy Share Image
My dear soul, flee from the worthless, stay close only to those with a pure heart. Like attracts like. A crow will… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“All I know about this fine, sweaty life, my own or anyone else’s, is that in a little while I’ll rise up… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
We are all our own graveyards, I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were. If we're healthy, every… — Clive Barker Copy Share Image
Since graveyards are often built over older burial grounds, I assume Dolores Park was probably an Indian, (an Ohlone) graveyard before that.… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I want to tell him that it's just a stupid car, but bits of me are scattered all over town; the graveyard,… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Death is a convention, a certification to the end of pain, something for the vital statistics book, not binding upon anyone but… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
For me, to do a reality show is like sending myself to actor's graveyard. I feel like I should wait and create… — Tamala Jones Copy Share Image
“And now I am sitting in the graveyard, staring at two headstones, and feeling good and bad at the same time. The… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
At about the age of ten, my friends and I discovered the joys of sitting in graveyards drinking merrydown cider and kissing… — Beth Orton Copy Share Image
When I was younger, I loved graveyards. They weren't spooky so much as mysterious. Each tombstone another story to uncover. Another life… — Pseudonymous Bosch Copy Share Image
How many kids are in the Graveyard?" "A bunch." "Who sends your supplies?" "George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget."… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
I wanted to be with the men I admired rather than the Scottish Arts Council crowd, so I spent a lot of… — Alexander Stoddart Copy Share Image
I think one of poetry's functions is not to give us what we want... The poet isn't always of use to the… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
