“I can't believe I let you talk me into this," muttered Serena, as the number 16 bus rumbled over the bridge connecting… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“What a surprise. That boy doesn't have the sense God gave a cactus.” — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Only one marriage I regret. I remember after I got that marriage license I went across from the license bureau to a… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tell me it's not true." He sighed. "Fine. It's not true." ... And yet... "Are you lying?" He rolled his eyes. "Of… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
Go back to classical times, say classical Greece. Who drank the hemlock? Was it someone who was conforming, obeying the gods? Or… — Noam Chomsky Copy Share Image
For him who fain would teach the world The world holds hate in fee- For Socrates, the hemlock cup; For Christ, Gethsemane. — Don Marquis Copy Share Image
Popular liberty might then have escaped the indelible reproach of decreeing to the same citizens, the hemlock on one day, and statues… — James Madison Copy Share Image
Along with rising and falling water, winter is the province of wind. When the sea-breath and mountain-roar bend the hemlocks of these… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The world of life, of spontaneity, the world of dawn and sunset and starlight, the world of soil and sunshine, of meadow… — Thomas Berry Copy Share Image
This hill crossed with broken pines and maples lumpy with the burial mounds of uprooted hemlocks (hurricane of '38) out of their… — Grace Paley Copy Share Image
“He kissed me. And then he said it was a mistake." Serena wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Normally, I'd quote that… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“He turned to face me and his eyes widened. "Are you crying ?" He sounded a little panicked, like the sight of… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Kyle is my best friend. Why would I risk screwing that up?" "Mackenzie Catherine Dobson, have you learned nothing from romantic comedies?… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Here, eat this. The chicken gives it protein and I got them to hold the bacon bits." We'd watched Charlotte's Web on… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What bitter anguish would not the people of Athens have often escaped if their government had contained so provident a safeguard against… — Alexander Hamilton Copy Share Image
There is nothing so inconvenient in this world as an absolutely truthful person, who can both speak and write, and has the… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Socrates was a philosopher. He went around pointing out errors in the way things were done. They fed him hemlock. — Gil Amelio Copy Share Image
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
