Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I was 12, we moved from New Jersey to Florida. The Gulf of Mexico was literally my backyard. Every day, I… — Sylvia Earle Copy Share Image
My favorite thing is to be naked, which is why I always live in remote areas. My ideal is to wake in… — Daryl Hannah 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
The Universal Soul, as it is called, has an interest in the stacking of hay, the foddering of cattle, and the draining… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
... there are four women in every man’s heart. The Maid in the Meadow, the Demon Lover, the Stouthearted Woman, the Tall… — Annie Proulx Copy Share Image
Can the life of the time be caught in an advertisement? Is that how it is, really, in the meadows of the… — Donald Barthelme Copy Share Image
Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Villages and woods, meadows and chateaux, pass across the moving scene, out of which the whistling of locomotives throws sharp notes. These… — Alberto Santos-Dumont Copy Share Image
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at playThrough the meadow land toward a closing doorA… — Johnny Mercer Copy Share Image
A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows. — Talib Kweli Copy Share Image
Give me the old familiar walk, postoffice and all, with this ever new self, with this infinite expectation and faith, which does… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Some of the memories were not clear---dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the grass Did… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
John Bunyan, while he had a surpassing genius, would not condescend to cull his language from the garden of flowers; but he… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The battlefields of life were first meadows and gardens. We made them into battlefields, and by the same power, we must release… — Bryant McGill Copy Share Image
The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had… — Henry George Bohn Copy Share Image
Art is like a butterfly fluttering in a meadow. Analysis of art is like a butterfly on a pin. Each has its… — Walter Darby Bannard Copy Share Image
It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
Cincinnatus was ploughing his four jugera of land upon the Vaticanian Hill, the same that are still known as the Quintian Meadows,… — Pliny the Elder Copy Share Image
Poets may be delightful creatures in the meadow or the garret, but they are menaces on the assembly line. — Rollo May Copy Share Image
