“The granularity of bones in a body. A forest with galaxies of moss.” — Sneha Subramanian Kanta Copy Share Image
I will stay in prison till the moss grows on my eye lids rather than disobey God. — John Bunyan Copy Share Image
If Kate Moss hadn't been booked when she was 14, Kate Moss might not exist. — Carine Roitfeld Copy Share Image
Content is to the mind like moss to a tree; it bindeth it up so as to stop its growth. — Charles Montagu, 1st Earl of Halifax Copy Share Image
He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet. — Anna Katharine Green Copy Share Image
Kate Moss is small and not necessarily model dimensions but she has that special something. — Nigel Barker Copy Share Image
I actually really love the Kate Moss Rimmel lipsticks. Sometimes I get afraid of different colours. I want to try a bright… — Georgia May Jagger Copy Share Image
My mom allowed me to take an old burlap bag and fill it with moss, corn stalks and rocks, then hang it… — Joe Frazier Copy Share Image
Check out the helmet hair on Randy Moss, babe! He looks like some freakish anti-Mr. T after a long evening sleeping through… — Dennis Miller Copy Share Image
'Mad Men' is a hard act to follow. Unless you're called Elisabeth Moss, stuff like this only comes along once in your… — Jared Harris Copy Share Image
Dick Moss, my agent. Dick became my agent in 1979 when I signed my contract with the Houston Astros. — Nolan Ryan Copy Share Image
Savannah is amazing with the town squares and the hanging moss and the French Colonial houses. It's brutally romantic. — David Morrissey Copy Share Image
The nest may be constructed, so far as the sticks go, by the male bird; but only the hen can line it… — Frances Power Cobbe Copy Share Image
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
Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who… — Ntozake Shange Copy Share Image
If it was true that moss did not have roots, and maternal love could grow spontaneously, as if from nothing, perhaps I… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
The poet's, commonly, is not a logger's path, but a woodman's. The logger and pioneer have preceded him, like John the Baptist;… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The universe is represented in every one of it's particles. Everything is made of one hidden stuff. The world globes itself in… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
Those who behave in ways that displease you are sending out their disharmony toward you because that is what they have to… — Wayne Dyer Copy Share Image
Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass,… — Robert Macfarlane 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
There are no medium-sized trees in the deep forest. There are only the towering ones, whose canopy spreads across the sky. Below,… — Terry Pratchett 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
Thousands of experts study overbought indicators, oversold indicators, head-and-shoulder patterns, put-call ratios, the Fed's policy on money supply, foreign investment, the movement… — Peter Lynch 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
The difference between the Japanese and the American is summed up in their opposite reactions to the proverb (popular in both nations),… — Carol Tavris Copy Share Image
The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Bastian had climbed a dune of purplish-red sand and all around him he saw nothing but hill after hill of every imaginable… — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
Once in those very early days my brother brought into the nursery the lid of a biscuit tin which he had covered… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
