He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
Now people look at 'The Scream' or Van Gogh's 'Irises' or a Picasso and see its new content: money. Auction houses inherently… — Jerry Saltz Copy Share Image
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I played Iris Murdoch, who had not long died, and I felt the responsibility very heavy on my shoulders. — Judi Dench Copy Share Image
[Iris] squeezed his hand. "Don't lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The white light of truth, in traversing the many sided transparent soul of the poet, is refracted into iris-hued poetry. — Herbert Spencer Copy Share Image
You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are… — William Golding Copy Share Image
Tiny gold sparks flared in his irises. "You're in my rooms in my bathtub naked and you're still mouthing off." Did he… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
People in my hometown seldom called me piao liang, [beautiful] because my smaller eyes were a far cry from the wide irises… — Liu Wen Copy Share Image
The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
I have had more than half a century of such happiness. A great deal of worry and sorrow, too, but never a… — Mary McLeod Bethune Copy Share Image
Ana Iris once asked me if I loved him and I told her about the lights in my old home in the… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
...that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
[While shooting close-ups] you study real eyes, you study how the light reflects in them, you study the back of the eye,… — Peter Jackson Copy Share Image
Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing… — Melanie McGrath Copy Share Image
Iris Krasnow has managed to demystify the workings of long-term marriages by confirming the mysterious uniqueness of each one. The secret, she… — Suzanne Braun Levine Copy Share Image
Tod's eyes widened and his irises swirled in tight twists of blue. "Well, I don't see that I have much of a… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
There are no green thumbs or black thumbs. There are only gardeners and non-gardeners. Gardeners are the ones who ruin after ruin… — Henry Mitchell Copy Share Image
He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. I didn't know what kind of… — Carrie Jones Copy Share Image
Frank stared at her. "But you throw Ding Dongs at monsters." Iris looked horrified. "Oh, they're not Ding Dongs." She rummaged under… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
Iris Murdoch did influence my early novels very much, and influence is never entirely good. — A. N. Wilson Copy Share Image
Constancy will always be the genius of love, the indication of that strength which constitutes the poet. A man should possess all… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Our irises are galaxies; our pupils are black holes if we allow ourselves to bottle up everything inside us instead of allowing… — Jaclyn Johnston Copy Share Image
Must you know that yours will be the “better” picture before you pick up the brush and paint? Can it not simply… — Neale Donald Walsch Copy Share Image
You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for… — Jonathan Franzen Copy Share Image
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it. You have your… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? ...We are all shape-shifters… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I Must warn you, Iris, that I'm not a believer. And though I'm sure that the revelations of other men must be… — Gore Vidal Copy Share Image