Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
The levels of technology investment in the energy sciences pales compared to the kinds of investment we make in the computer and… — Ted Nordhaus Copy Share Image
Perfect isn't normal, nor is it interesting. I have no features without makeup. I am pale. I have blond lashes. You could… — Amy Adams Copy Share Image
I spar with 18-year-old kids that try to kick my ass all the time. As far as going in and doing a… — Bill Goldberg Copy Share Image
I find it quite hard for me to pull off. It's so nice to have a tan and look healthy and glowing.… — Lara Stone Copy Share Image
One-fourth of humanity must be eliminated from the social body. We are in charge of God's selection process for planet Earth. He… — Barbara Marx Hubbard Copy Share Image
I know girls who pine for it. They like to play dress-up and pretend being Vor ladies of old, rescued from menace… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches - nor is it a… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils… — Dashiell Hammett Copy Share Image
It is so easy to waste our lives: our days, our hours, our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of Lockhart and Selby, Shipping… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Though folly, robed in purple, shines, Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines, Yet shall they tremble and turn pale When satire wields her… — Charles Churchill Copy Share Image
Oh, that the wise from their bright minds would kindle Such lamps within the dome of this dim world That the pale… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
(Title: To the Moon) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?" "Yes" "How apt. The men will bleed out there, and… — George R. R. Martin Copy Share Image
Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version. Love is full strength. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost,… — Richard Henry Stoddard Copy Share Image
I used to go to these old tent revivals and listen to the gospel singers. If you think rock and roll is… — Edgar Winter Copy Share Image
People that spend time in a foxhole - they're never going to find that relationship anywhere else again... Everything else pales next… — Sylvester Stallone Copy Share Image
Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered—-life, faith--specifically, finishing homework assignments. — Regina Doman Copy Share Image
Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee,… — John Suckling Copy Share Image
A body without wine is like a dessert without sugar. A pale woman can only be coloured with lipstick and rouge, and… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by… — Vivian Stanshall Copy Share Image
Pale ink is better than the most retentive memory. If it's written down, you can look it up. Just be damn sure… — Harvey Mackay Copy Share Image
At night I sit in my chamber and read the bible. Far in the distance roars the sea. Then I lie down… — Joseph Goebbels Copy Share Image
Cities at daybreak are no one's, and have no names. And I, too, have no name, dawn, the stars growing pale, the… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
When a man lies he murders some part of the world These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives All… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
It's funny that all these goths paint their faces with such white make-up and that is the actual colour of my skin,… — Kelly Osbourne Copy Share Image
...the worry over media manipulation of photographs pales beside the threat that we will be exposed to an unedited, unvetted picture world… — Andy Grundberg Copy Share Image
Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..." Maybe not.… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
The past but lives in written words: a thousand ages were blank if books had not evoked their ghosts, and kept the… — Francois Fenelon Copy Share Image
“The days of my youth, as I look back on them; seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
