“A painting is more than the sum of the parts,” he would tell me, and then go on to explain how the… — Wendelin Van Draanen Copy Share Image
The sun does not shine for a few trees, and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. The lonely pine on the… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
It was a silver cow. But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree,… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Three Mormon scholars have thoroughly researched one of the most shameful events in Mormon history. They have produced a very detailed, insightful… — Robert V. Remini Copy Share Image
We have the promises of God as thick as daisies in summer meadows, that death, which men most fear, shall be to… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Subby Subby Subby," whispered Goss. "Keep those little bells on your slippers as quiet as you can. Sparklehorse and Starpink have managed… — China Mieville Copy Share Image
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay… — Suzanne Collins 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
“Just this once, in the very heart of the busiest of cities, everyone was perfectly content not to move and hardly to… — George Selden Copy Share Image
All Thy works with joy surround Thee, God of glory, Lord of Love; Stars and angels sing around Thee, Center of unbroken… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles, A cloister for monks, For the idols, sacred ground, Ka'ba for… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Times are changed with him who marries; there are no more by-path meadows, where you may innocently linger, but the road lies… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
O how beautiful is morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisies And the kingcups fill the meadow Like a golden-shielded army Marching… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
As you walk through forests or the meadows of your mind, Stop and talk to those you fear Good friendships you may… — Stephen Cosgrove Copy Share Image
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each one a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Lord, it is time. The summer was very big. Lay thy shadow on the sundials, and on the meadows let the winds… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The great unrequited love tears open your heart to the beauty of the world, its small rivers and upland meadows. It also… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
When your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours,… — John O'Donohue 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
