Well, I could be wrong, but I believe, uh, diversity is an old, old wooden ship that was used during the Civil… — Anchorman Copy Share Image
“From all the roofs and gables and old wooden houses in Gloucester came a thousand merry voices singing the old Christmas rhymes… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
The Kings played out of the Memorial Community Centre, an old wooden barn like you'd see in other Prairie towns. It was… — Barry Trotz Copy Share Image
“The old man sang for a while, and Mora felt in her head the beginning of a long siege. A wilderness had… — Jesse Ball Copy Share Image
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Science uses the Red Shift to measure deep cosmic distances. But how to measure deep historic time? How about—the Saffron Shift. If… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Age appears to be best in some things Age appears to be best in some things. Old wood best to burn. Old… — Lorna Grace Copy Share Image
“Was it not youth, the feeling he experienced now, when, coming out to the edge of the wood again from the other… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“The Calf Path One day, through the primeval wood, A calf walked home, as good calves should; But made a trail all… — Frank Viola Copy Share Image
“The Japanese think it strange we paint our old wooden houses when it takes so long to find the wabi in them.… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
“We walked in the door, and I was stunned by the sterile emptiness of the place. Most of the tiny living room… — Marie Sexton Copy Share Image
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and… — John Webster Copy Share Image
“Beatriz breathed in the sweet aromas that lately appealed to her. Those at the forefront were of various honeys in the wooden… — Karen Weinreb Copy Share Image
“Stirling, Scotland, October 1619 "Kristina, wake up and ready yourself for a journey!" In her bedchamber, Kristina MacQueen jolted awake. Had she… — Vonda Sinclair Copy Share Image
It may be worth noticing as a curious circumstance, when persons past forty before they were at all acquainted form together a… — Richard Whately Copy Share Image
“Pity" Amir sat on the same old wooden chair Roua still remembers vividly the furniture store where she bought that chair -… — Louis Yako Copy Share Image
A gut-string classical Spanish guitar, a sweet, lovely little lady. The smell of it. Even now, to open a guitar case, when… — Keith Richards Copy Share Image
I have always been inspired by the dream of America-families in the country, weathered trucks and farmhouses; sailing off the coast of… — Ralph Lauren Copy Share Image
“We followed her up the path and to the front door. We stood at the door while Camille knocked a few times… — Sophie Wilkinson Copy Share Image
“Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When I think of my father’s eyes I’m reminded of blood. I’m reminded of hate. I’m reminded of death. How in a… — Daniel Abbott Copy Share Image
