We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs. — Mignon McLaughlin Copy Share Image
Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the… — Ryūnosuke Akutagawa Copy Share Image
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We've gotten caught up in thinking we are what we look like, the physical, the exterior. We think we're the lamp shade.… — Michael Beckwith Copy Share Image
The lamp of war is kindled here, not to be extinguished but by torrents of blood. — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
Nigel gave the lamp a cautious buff and small smoking red letters appeared in the air. "Hi," Nigel read aloud, "Do not… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Spoken of the young Archimedes: . . . [he] was as much enchanted by the rudiments of algebra as he would have… — Archimedes Copy Share Image
This is how to contemplate our conditioned existence in this fleeting world: Like a tiny drop of dew, or a bubble floating… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Daylight is too easy. What I want is difficult - the atmosphere of lamps and moonlight. — Edgar Degas Copy Share Image
Many Americans have a romanticized view of trains, rooted in a bygone era of elaborately adorned rail cars lit by flickering gas… — Alan Huffman Copy Share Image
The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart's-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet's journal, writ in… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
How can they know Truth flourishes where the student's lamp has shone, And there alone, that have no solitude? So the crowd… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it… — Orhan Pamuk Copy Share Image
What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
That's the job of a free press is to hold the lamp up, to investigate, to hold accountable. And denying access, as… — Mark Shields Copy Share Image
A lamp does not flicker in a place where no wind blows; so it is with a yogi, who controls his mind,… — B.K.S. Iyengar Copy Share Image
A bookworm in bed with a new novel and a good reading lamp is as much prepared for pleasure as a pretty… — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
Clothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street… — James Joyce Copy Share Image