Yes, there was music after all. The sound of the swamp rose up to him. The sound of frogs and crickets, of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales,… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I doubt if anyone of any tenderness or imagination can see the hand of a child and not be a little frightened… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
Invite the Sacred to participate in your joy in little things, as well as in your agony over the great ones. There… — Alice O. Howell Copy Share Image
How do you write? You write, man, you write, that's how, and you do it the way the old English walnut tree… — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
Time in China has no immediacy as in America. Here I find the swift passage of our few earthly years accepted as… — Nora Waln Copy Share Image
The leaf, still green, must someday fall such grief and joy to live at all. — T.A. Barron Copy Share Image
No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Every new party, every new bunch of people, and I start thinking that maybe this is my chance.That I'm going to be… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
That`s a maple leaf, Canadian, not just for being too European but too Canadian. Not so subtly putting [Ted] Cruz`s face inside… — Chris Hayes Copy Share Image
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Ayahuasca is a brew that's made from the vine, which is the hallucinogenic element. And then there's also this leaf from a… — Larkin Grimm Copy Share Image
For mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and blossom, every form in nature is echoed in us and originates in the… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Apparently my street has a leaf blower gang who tag team all day, so the sounds of the leaf blower are forever… — Bob Saget Copy Share Image
The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry… — Ezra Pound Copy Share Image
Because this exact leaf had to grow in that exact way, in that exact place, so that precise wind could tear it… — Neil Cross Copy Share Image
The earth will never be the same again Rock, water, tree, iron, share this greif As distant stars participate in the pain.… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
Under the big political umbrella, a man is just like a leaf in the ocean, with no control of his destiny and… — Zhang Yimou Copy Share Image
Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
She saw every personal religion as a pair of intersecting circles. . . . Probably perfection is reached when the area of… — Jan Struther Copy Share Image
