I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home. — Sting Copy Share Image
I was the Kate Moss of my day, atypical of what the public wanted, which was Brigitte Bardot. I was always tall,… — Carmen Dell'Orefice Copy Share Image
My parents, Mary Agnes Smith and Rowland Smith, both had to work since their early teens, she in the holiday boarding house… — Michael Smith Copy Share Image
On the king's gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
There's something about the Pacific Northwest, the scale of it, and the fact that not so long ago people came here and… — Chelsea Cain Copy Share Image
There will always be something new to discover: a minute moss never found before, a rabbit eating birdseed with the bores on… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound. By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
They walked for a while, all silent in their thoughts, until they reached the car and Alec drew a fine telescope from… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
At the end of the '90s, I was very bored with the usual models, so I discovered a new generation that impressed… — Mario Testino Copy Share Image
“As she drove away she thought about the flowers she'd sketched for him. Billy buttons. She'd drawn one after the other, bright… — Holly Ringland Copy Share Image
How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you can see. Roots to leaves, yes-those you can, in part,… — Elizabeth Moon Copy Share Image
Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken,… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
A rolling stone gathers no moss and therefore will not be derided as a moss-back. Roll as much as possible. — George Ade Copy Share Image
And yet ... But what if ... I want to do something impossible. Something astounding and unheard of. I want to scrub… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
We changed the name from Sex Gang Children to Culture Club because Jon Moss, our drummer, went to L.A. on holiday and… — Boy George Copy Share Image
As for myself, I do not believe in loggers, I believe in trees. I do not believe in fishermen, I believe in… — Paul Watson Copy Share Image
