Never forget that the subject is as important as your feeling; the mud puddle itself is as important as your pleasure in… — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best… — Sojourner Truth Copy Share Image
Moon Bloodgood is so dedicated, and I was impressed with her dedication. She was put into some grueling situations - cold, freezing,… — Karl Urban Copy Share Image
I could have ended the war in a month. I could have made North Vietnam look like a mud puddle. — Barry Goldwater Copy Share Image
The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I never yet knew the sun to be knocked down and rolled through a mud-puddle; he comes out honor-bright from behind every… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and… — Sojourner Truth Copy Share Image
We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us. — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
Alas, all too often, the dream turns into a mud puddle. I am left looking at a disaster. What to do! Keep… — Jules Olitski Copy Share Image
And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery and when I cried… — Sojourner Truth Copy Share Image
Never let the mud puddle get lost in the poetry because, in many ways, the mud puddle is the poetry. — Valerie Worth Copy Share Image
You are so afraid of losing your moral sense that you are not willing to take it through anything more dangerous than… — Gertrude Stein Copy Share Image
Will remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
