I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And… — Shane Koyczan Copy Share Image
I cling to the optimistic belief that the haphazard and the hopscotch, the creature that sips among many flowers, may actually come… — Brad Leithauser Copy Share Image
“I guess when you'd lived as long, and pondered as much, as Old Tom had...a game of hopscotch could be more profound… — Linda Medley Copy Share Image
You are so big, you plays hopscotch like, 'Texas...Alabama...North Carolina...Pennsylvania...' — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Rope-skipping, hopscotch. That old woman in black who sat down next to me on my bench, on my rack of joy (a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Back the, my life was mostly pieces-tire swings and lemonade, dogwood petals drifting down and going brown in the grass. Cotton dresses,… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
The idea of my future simultaneously thrilled and terrified me, like standing at the lip of a very sheer cliff- I could… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“That's how it is, Rocamadour: in Paris we're like fungus, we grow on the railings of staircases, in dark rooms with greasy… — Julio Cortázar Copy Share Image
“Hopscotch is played with a pebble that you move with the tip of your toe. The things you need : a sidewalk,… — Julio Cortázar Copy Share Image
