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Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and… — John Webster Copy Share Image
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“Christopher Westcott slowly drank his pint of ale at the Bird and Baby, as locals liked to call the Eagle and Child,… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“I would rather face the devil himself than that man,” Elizabeth said with a repressed shudder. “I daresay,” Lucinda agreed, clutching her… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“The Chair I’m writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chair look like a throne while you sat on it. Amidst… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“She talks as she sails, the old wooden boat -- of oyster days, and summer bays, and watermen grown old.” — M. Kei Copy Share Image
“If you have to sleep in a coffin, try to go for an old wooden one.” — Joleene Naylor Copy Share Image
“We must be as stealthy as rats in the wainscoting of their society. It was easier in the old days, of course,… — Harry Harrison Copy Share Image
“Antonia had always been one to leave images in the mind that did not fade - that grew stronger with time. In… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“As he wrote, the candle in the window kept flickering, and despite his desk lamp the flickering distracted him. He sat back… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Age appears to be best in some things. Old wood best to burn. Old books best to read. Old rice best to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Oh, monsters are scared', said Lettie. 'And as for grown-ups...' She stopped talking, rubbed her freckled nose with a finger. Then, 'I'm… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“the base of the hill he brought the vehicle to a crawl, then carefully turned onto a two-track and threaded his way… — Aaron Stander Copy Share Image
Holy Father, forgive me for grumbling. I know I've sounded just like the Israelites. I long to dwell not on the If… — Linda Dillow Copy Share Image
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes… — Frederick Douglass Copy Share Image
“Years from now, I’ll be sitting in my wheelchair in the brightest spot in Amsterdam Park, next to the old wooden swings,… — Etgar Keret Copy Share Image
“He made sure to miss Josephina’s lips by a wide mark. A moment later, the lights extinguished and Tabitha cal ed for… — G. Norman Lippert Copy Share Image
“Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to… — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
“Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Mama used to say it was a faerie’s kiss.” Gideon stepped toward her where she sat on the old wooden chair. He… — Lara Adrian Copy Share Image
“Howard, instead of trying to explain the hermit's existence in terms of hearth fires and trappers' shacks, preferred the blank space the… — Paul Hardinga Copy Share Image
“I am not a churchgoing man. Strangled in the vines of form and choked with ritual Christians, Sunday service held no appeal… — Randall Robinson Copy Share Image
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