In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Summer fades; the first cold, Northern air Sweeps, like hatred, through still days - The August heat now gone elsewhere, To Southern,… — Trevor Howard Copy Share Image
We all think were going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed when our expectation aren't met, but sometimes… — Lawrence Clark Powell Copy Share Image
What I fear and desire most in this world is passion. I fear it because it promises to be spontaneous, out of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If once a woman breaks through the barriers of decency, her ease is desperate; and if she goes greater lengths than the… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
I would assign every lie a color: yellow when they were innocent, pale blue when they sailed over you like the sky,… — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to… — Bob Marley Copy Share Image
i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Voshak's hair, a pale blond braid, which he bleached, was his trademark. It made him memorable. That's how the slavers operated. They… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
a happy birthday this evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
The lore of our fathers is a fabric of sentences. In our hands it develops and changes, through more or less arbitrary… — Willard Van Orman Quine Copy Share Image
Later when I thought of the chickens, one of those rare pale blue eggs rose up into my throat. The chickens had… — Melissa Coleman Copy Share Image
Confused, I asked, "The coven's what?" "Plumber," Ivy said, looking pale as she leaned on Glenn. "You know. Stops leaks?" Oh goodie.… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
For time and eternity there have been fathers like Nathan who simply can see no way to have a daughter but to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
There is perhaps no better a demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The writers we absorb when we're young bind us to them, sometimes lightly, sometimes with iron. In time, the bonds fall away,… — Daniel Mendelsohn Copy Share Image
She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
With sharpen'd sight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' inscription value, but the rust adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears; The… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“Tsukiko sits on the floor in the center of the room, wearing a red kimono. A beating crimson heart in the pale… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
In our own time we have seen domination spread over the social landscape to a point where it is beyond all human… — Murray Bookchin Copy Share Image
