...when the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
In this world men struggle and suffer vainly, finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle; dying, their souls enter a… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow , and drives the bee to match at home Their… — Jacob Bronowski Copy Share Image
Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Blood transforms the warm bath water and, in it, I see weakly that this was a mistake. The razor's cut is not… — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
I have peanut M&M's up there." "Not my style" "Raisinets." "Feh." "Sam Adams." Thor narrowed his eyes. "Cold?" "Downright icy." Thor crossed… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Plutocracy.' It has a perfect nuance: chilly, inaccessible, icy-rich. — Graham Joyce Copy Share Image
I think I'm cold, indeed icy, hard. Then there's another reason, one that goes with my frankness: I don't put on act. — Indira Gandhi Copy Share Image
Boy, you're like a horse. Just now sated with seed, You've come back to my stable, Yearning for a good rider, fine… — Theognis of Megara Copy Share Image
“Scientific advancement carries risk,” Kohler argued. “It always has. Space programs, genetic research, medicine—they all make mistakes. Science needs to survive its… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy… — James Shirley Copy Share Image
It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small. — Mikaela Shiffrin Copy Share Image
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like the culture of flies at the beginning of winter. Having… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
When we deal with questions relating to principles of law and their applications, we do not suddenly rise into a stratosphere of… — Charles Evans Hughes Copy Share Image
Bless you, daugher of man," Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I know my time will come soon enough, but I will not dwell on it. What is the purpose? We might as… — Alberto Manguel Copy Share Image
No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you." "Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice. Logan's eyes burned with icy… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice… — Harold Pinter Copy Share Image
I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel,… — Nikola Tesla Copy Share Image
Every time I jog through the world, I am awed by what I find. On a winter morning, when it seems too… — Bernie Siegel Copy Share Image
From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
“ So much ice. She thumbed a drying tear away. How much water can the weight of ice carry? ” — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
