No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream, Who says that life and love can die In all… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“Your eyes look like chocolate,” I mumbled. He smiled. “And yours look like the morning sky.” — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“I go to the window of my top floor hotel room and gaze out, not at the glittering city, but at the… — J.A. Redmerski Copy Share Image
“Afghan Girl Ice blue eyes that look to the morning sky as I knit the pieces and remnants of my life. I… — Edna Stewart Copy Share Image
“And if you wish to receive of the ancient city an impression with which the modern one can no longer furnish you,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The coming together of a man and woman was a holy thing, after all. God had chosen this way of replenishing the… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“How are you feeling?” “Your eyes look like chocolate,” I mumbled. He smiled. “And yours look like the morning sky.” — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“He grimaced and went after her. “I’m not a trainer. Just spent a lot of time working out.” “Misspent youth, clearly.” She… — J. Rose Black Copy Share Image
“He put his hand in his pocket and found the porte-bonheur, still warm. He looked back at the pier. The one-eyed cat… — Kathi Appelt Copy Share Image
As for me, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are now only the subtlest imaginable essences, which would not stain the morning sky. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing what for across the morning sky.” — Jerry Garcia Copy Share Image
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Things that remind me of Mother are these: the truth ‘mid deception, a warm summer breeze, the calm within chaos, a stitch… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I have lost my dewdrop", cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars” — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“Pretty is different,' he murmured. 'Pretty has no scars. You are...' jaw muscles tensed again. 'Like the morning sky in Afghanistan. Not… — Aleksandr Voinov Copy Share Image
Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Now I stand on the knoll before the grave of Jacob Kahn, the cypress tall against the blue morning sky and the… — Chaim Potok Copy Share Image
“Let every sunrise adorn your mind with the power of hope. Let it paint your life with the colors of the morning… — Debasish Mridha Copy Share Image
“Good morning sky," responded the little stream. "How beautiful and blue you are today." "Yes, I am," responded the beautiful sky. I… — Silvia Marsz Copy Share Image
“Shopping Dana Gioia I enter the temple of my people but do not pray. I pass the altars of the gods but… — Vaddhaka Linn Copy Share Image
