“Men with names never truly die. It is only the nameless and faceless who vanish like smoke into the early morning air.” — Edwidge Dandicat Copy Share Image
“The sky was high and clear and the cool morning air held an omen of autumn” — Per Wahlöö Maj Sjöwall Copy Share Image
“The rooks were sailing about the cathedral towers; and the towers themselves, overlooking many a long unaltered mile of the rich country… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“The balloon felt like nothing, like a handful of fog. She handled it delicately, caressing the orange latex. It seemed even more… — M.P. Kozlowsky Copy Share Image
“And on the endless dusty ribbon of the highway, on sunken roads vaulted over by branches, on paths between stands of grain… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“because there was a new face in the chorus, and rumor—in the person of his friend Aubrey—said she was a promising possibility… — Leigh Michaels Copy Share Image
It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person -… — Mary Ellen Chase Copy Share Image
Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air,… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Keda,' she said to herself,' Keda, this is tragedy.' But as her words hung emptily in the morning air, she clenched her… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“But before either of them could move a sudden blast of energy shattered the car's rear window, sending glass fragments soaring through… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
“Alexandria,” he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
“A maiden? Out here? And scented with festering carcasses?” Vladamir searched the forest that surrounded his castle. The hum of insects was… — Michelle M. Pillow Copy Share Image
“The fading dawn colors revive momentarily, and the sky shines with lilac and daffodil, layering colors in clouds like quilts stacked on… — David George Haskell Copy Share Image
“Archer arrived early the next morning. Grey was still asleep on the sofa in his study when he heard tapping on the… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share Image
“Desmond, slow down!” I yelped, panic spiking in my chest. He didn’t even acknowledge me. Instead, he accelerated, the engine’s roar rising… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“the only prospect which is really desirable or delightful, is that from the window of the breakfast-room [...] where we meet the… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Through the open curtains, the sunbeams danced in the crisp morning air, little grains of dust as their partners. But the world… — Konstantina P Copy Share Image
