Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
To give your sheep or cow a large, spacious meadow is the way to control him. — Shunryu Suzuki Copy Share Image
“I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
The history of the meadow goes like this. No one owns it, no one ever will. — James Galvin Copy Share Image
“In her blue dress, she's just a bit of that sky, just a blank bit fallen into the meadow.” — Mary Szybist Copy Share Image
“She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze.… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, you… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry.… — Jonas Mekas Copy Share Image
She told them simply and directly that the meadow was a place of peace and beauty, where indeed if one came to… — Kathryn Lasky Copy Share Image
“And on Ammu's road (to Age and Death) a small, sunny meadow appeared. Copper grass spangled with blue butterflies. Beyond it, an… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“When you gaze out on a quiet, peaceful meadow, next to a still pond, under a motionless blue sky, you wonder how… — M Copy Share Image
“Aline found herself walking quickly, almost running, to her favorite place by the river, where a wildflower meadow sloped down to tall… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces which are above all compassing of words, and have a certain fame… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The first place that I can well remember, was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some… — Anna Sewell Copy Share Image
“Every Saturday, heat or cold, rain or shine, Milly would see Avery running up their road, her long blond ponytail swishing in… — Rebecca Rasmussen Copy Share Image
“They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“They had come to the edge of the wood now, with no sign of slowing their rapid jog. The road, where it… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“They'd entered a clearing. A wide, green meadow in the middle of the forest. The entire space was carpeted with bluebells. Thousands… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And what about that meadow where we have them? Is it going to, I don’t know, poof out of existence as soon… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Aren't they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me, ANYWAY?" "Yes," he said, getting up and pulling her to her… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The respectable folks-- Where dwell they? They whisper in the oaks, And they sigh in the hay; Summer and winter, night and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
“All the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“But when I say 'cow', don’t go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants,… — Tobias Smollett Copy Share Image
The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady… — Anna Sewell Copy Share Image
“There was so much time that marvelous summer. Day after day, mist rose from the meadow as the sky lightened and hedges,… — J.L. Carr Copy Share Image
“I look up at the painting. It's not even that interesting. Definitely doesn't grab me and shake my brain around like the… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
“So, without saying anything to the others, it made its way to the farthest corner of the meadow and began to toast… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
“Enough,” the horned man says. “I am Agosto, Faun King of the Meadow del Sol, and these are my kin. We live… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“the forest glowered in the evening light, surrounding the town with its secrets and its plots, casting dark shadows on their lives.… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“The Meadow... Only one of them succeeded in making a life here... He weathered. Before a backdrop of natural beauty, he lived… — James Galvin Copy Share Image
