A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
“Early morning mist ghosted along the Orm, trailing above the water, rising and twisting. Wide and sleek and almost silent, the river… — S.J. Wilkins Copy Share Image
“I am not a churchgoing man. Strangled in the vines of form and choked with ritual Christians, Sunday service held no appeal… — Randall Robinson Copy Share Image
“Land and Sea The brilliant colors are the first thing that strike a visitor to the Greek Isles. From the stunning azure… — Laura Brooks Copy Share Image
When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I had seen a herd of Buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
“The world suddenly vanished from view like a morning mist. I was left alone with Reality.” — Paul Brunton Copy Share Image
“Now the wood in early morning was utterly silent. She walked carefully through damp leaves, around tangles of bramble and vine, trying… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. Your house shall be not an… — Kahlil Gibran Copy Share Image
“The old King is dead. The new King approaches! And at his approach the world sheds its sorrow. The sings of the… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Once again, Jake held Lily's hand tight as they made their way across the creek, loud and swollen, the morning mist rising… — Jeffrey Stepakoff Copy Share Image
“We were in Ireland. Was there ever a country so damp? I had to wring out my mind to think clearly. I… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“She stands at the hairpin turn on Night Road. On either side of her, giant evergreens grow clustered together, rising high into… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“As I was a stranger in Olondria, I knew nothing of the splendour of its coasts, nor of Bain, the Harbour City,… — Sofia Samatar Copy Share Image
“I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Outsong in the Jungle [Baloo:] For the sake of him who showed One wise Frog the Jungle-Road, Keep the Law the Man-Pack… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
“You entered my life as quietly as the morning mist, and just as silently, you slipped away. I cherish every moment we… — Shahid Hussain Raja Copy Share Image
“Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain? Tell me, have you… — Kahlil Gibran Copy Share Image
“I REMEMBER the day the Aleut ship came to our island. At first it seemed like a small shell afloat on the… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
