I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
We spend so much money on these dresses that are terrible. And what do we get out of it? Nothing - a… — Chelsea Handler Copy Share Image
I was 12 when I ordered my first guitar out of the worn and discolored pages of the Sears and Roebuck catalog.… — Gene Autry Copy Share Image
It was an honor to work with Samantha Morton on this Casablanca-esque, silent-film-esque, Americana photobooth Woolworth's hay day period piece of surrealism/… — Alison Mosshart Copy Share Image
But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed,… — Anne Bosworth Greene Copy Share Image
My husband says he wants to have the best hay field in Britain. I can't wait. — Jasmine Guinness Copy Share Image
Humor springs from rage, hay fever, overdue rent and miscellaneous hell. — Will Cuppy Copy Share Image
My young men shall never work, men who work cannot dream; and wisdom comes to us in dreams. You ask me to… — Smohalla Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay;… — Ann Rinaldi Copy Share Image
When the soldier returns from the wars, even though he has white hair, he very soon finds a young wife. But a… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
Life was a fairy-tale, then, it is a tragedy now. When I was 43 and John Hay 41 he said life was… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay. — Sergei Lukyanenko Copy Share Image
You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all straw hats and hay bales and not… — Alison Krauss Copy Share Image
The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay. — Louise Imogen Guiney Copy Share Image
You'd think New York people was all wise; but no, they can't get a chance to learn. Every thing's too compressed. Even… — O. Henry Copy Share Image
I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
I don't see myself as beautiful. I was a kid who was freckle-faced, and they used to call me 'hay head.' — Robert Redford Copy Share Image
I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“Take this drink as a token of my disrepute and spin that hay tonight and tomorrow it will be shining golden bright… — Initially NO Copy Share Image
