“She strode across the moors as if distance was a personal insult.” — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
The Jewes spend at Easter, the Moors at marriages, the Christians in sutes. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping. — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
I love the drive from York to Whitby over the moors - one of the great journeys, in my book. — Penelope Wilton Copy Share Image
Walking on camera is damn hard. It's a Jewish problem. The rangy stride across the blasted moor is not really a Jewish… — Simon Schama 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
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI) — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly — James Herriot Copy Share Image
“I suppose it was obvious that The Loathsome Couple was based on the Moors Murders, which disturbed me very greatly for some… — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren,… — Arthur Conan Doyle 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
The mountains and moors, the wild uplands, are to be staked out like vampires in the sun, their chests pierced with rows… — Paul Kingsnorth Copy Share Image
My parents took me to the Bronte parsonage in England when I was a teenager. I had a fight with my mum,… — Eleanor Catton Copy Share Image
My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of… — Charlotte Bronte 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
“Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with… — Emily Dickinson 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
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
“The Moors were beautiful in their own way, and if their beauty was the quiet sort that required time and introspection to… — Seanan McGuire 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
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
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
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
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses… — Pablo Neruda 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
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
For a while he'd tried molding himself into the tragic Romantic hero, brooding and staring clench-jawed off into space as he composed… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“"Politicians and ideologues may continue to appeal to national essences based on imagined ethnicities or races to exclude new groups of undesirables,… — Anouar Majid 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
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
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Being alone on the moors is scary; as the rain clouds settle in, it makes you realise your place in nature. — Dave Davies 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
“who were the Moors? The answer is very easy. The original Moors, like the original Egyptians, were Black Africans.” — Aylmer Von Fleischer Copy Share Image
