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
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
“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
In the '80s, I loved the movies of the '70s. Also I remember loving Klute [1971]. I loved Jane Fonda. Actually, I… — Winona Ryder 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
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
[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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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'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