She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Late hours, nocturnal cigars, and midnight drinkings, pleasurable though they may be, consume too quickly the free-flowing lamps of youth, and are… — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
But alas! Science cannot now rescue us, for even the scientist is lost in the terrible midnight of our age. Indeed, science… — Martin Luther King, Jr Copy Share Image
Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Love is listening when they are ready to talk--midnight, 6:00 A.M. on their way to seminary, or when you're busy with your… — Sharon G. Larsen Copy Share Image
“I want to be intoxicated by the darkened ether of midnight, running through my fingers as sparkling stardust. I crave the taste… — Jaeda DeWalt Copy Share Image
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
I could have been a better mother. My children assure me it was fine. But when you are running to catch the… — Sue Townsend Copy Share Image
You can do anything you want to [ in ashram] if you can find the time. It's a very rigorous day. It… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
A tyrst with destiny - A the stroke of midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awaken to life and Freedom — Jawaharlal Nehru Copy Share Image
A rose looks grey at midnight, but the flame is just asleep. And steel is strong because it knows the hammer and… — Johnny Cash Copy Share Image
The church may go through her dark ages, but Christ is with her in the midnight; she may pass through her fiery… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall.… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
The foolish took their lamps, but took no oil (pursued ministry as their priority over getting oil). The wise took oil in… — Mike Bickle Copy Share Image
As we passed under a streetlamp I noticed, beside my own bobbing shadow, another great, leaping grotesquerie that had an uncanny suggestion… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
One of my favorite comedy performances of all time is Charles Grodin in 'Midnight Run,' and in a lot of things he's… — Andy Daly Copy Share Image
It was long after midnight and the stars looked damp and chilly; the air was full of the busy silence of the… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
We who are crushed to earth with heavy chains, who travel a weary, rugged, thorny road, groping through midnight darkness on earth,… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image