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
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities.… — Barbara Hurd Copy Share Image
If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you.”… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
The immaterial blue colour shown at Iris Clert's in April had in short made me inhuman, had excluded me from the world… — Yves Klein Copy Share Image
Thanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Will’s eyes met Tessa’s as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids — Aesop Rock Copy Share Image
Imagine someone pointing to a place in the iris of a Rembrandt eye and saying, 'The walls of my room should be… — Ludwig Wittgenstein Copy Share Image
The world has different owners at sunrise... Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns;… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Wouldn't you be mad if I told you to give up on someone you cared about? Just... hand her over to someone… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
I'm for a multi-racial world in which each race keeps to itself, in harmony with the other races. Like in a garden,… — Savitri Devi Copy Share Image
And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles.… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The biggest spur to my interest in art came when I played van Gogh in the biographical film Lust For Life. The… — Kirk Douglas Copy Share Image
