“...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
I've never been far from the river. I'm sort of like a Thames-nymph. — Natalie Dormer Copy Share Image
“My arms and legs were wrapped like tentacles around Echo, my nymph who lay sleeping with her back against me.” — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph. — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
Order is a lovely nymph, the child of Beauty and Wisdom; her attendants are Comfort, Neatness, and Activity; her abode is the… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“With her wild red hair draped around her pallid visage, she could easily be mistaken for a nymph from a Pre-Raphaelite painting.… — Renate Linnenkoper Copy Share Image
“And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“ She sketched the figure of a dancing nymph, capturing the rhythmic flow of her movements with precise detail. This one would… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“I can't believe you married a justice nymph and have yet to learn anything from her. There are always three sides to… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“The problem was that the only reality he could see what a nut-brown nymph who could whisper like a song and move… — Frank Lee Raw Honey Copy Share Image
“She dreamt in shades of amethyst, drinking the deep purple elixir in ballads of wood nymphs, tiptoeing by elves that hid in… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-imbroider'd vale Where… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“You forged your own path. You listened to no one and thought you knew best. In the end, your hands were covered… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Overheard on a Saltmarsh" Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them? Give them me.… — Harold Monro Copy Share Image
“The nymph blinked out and reappeared directly in front of me. Impressive. Even I couldn’t track its movement. “You’re making a huge… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
