Out on the moors, The lonely moors, I roll around in sheep poo. Heathcliff, it's youuuuu, I hate you, I love you… — Louise Rennison Copy Share Image
Sitting in the flickering light of the candles on this kerchief of sand, on this village square, we waited in the night.… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
Heathcliff. The "hero" of Wuthering Heights. Although no one knows why. He's mean, moody, and possibly a bit on the pongy side.… — Louise Rennison Copy Share Image
I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Goulds wife when I was researching The Moor, and later the Jamaica Inn on… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
On the Iberian Peninsula in the Spanish-Portuguese area, southern France that high state of a culture existed there because of Africans known… — Malcolm X Copy Share Image
The bow is tactically strong at the commencement of battle, especially battles on a moor, as it is possible to shoot quickly… — Miyamoto Musashi Copy Share Image
The steady character of our countrymen is a rock to which we may safely moor; and notwithstanding the efforts of the papers… — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds, The gray and wintry sides of many glens, And did but half remember… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
That Arthur has not always existed seems odd to me. Like the wind on the moors and the wild winter stars, surely… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Perhaps I am too tame, too domestic a magician. But how does one work up a little madness? I meet with mad… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather;… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Fare well we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away ere break of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-day and now, Where… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain. Following yonder star. — John Henry Hopkins Jr Copy Share Image
The coast's a jungle of Moors, Turks, Jews, renegades from all over Europe, sitting in palaces built from the sale of Christian… — Dorothy Dunnett Copy Share Image
They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the… — Rosamunde Pilcher Copy Share Image
I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
