Three of the last four [elections], '06, '08, and '12, were disastrous for Republicans. And they were years in which we just… — Ted Cruz Copy Share Image
He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
She is sitting on frozen ground wrapped in a blanket, her pale skin shining. She smiles and she stands and without words,… — James Frey Copy Share Image
If any pale student, glued to his desk, here seek an apology for a way of life whose natural fruits is that… — Francis Parkman Copy Share Image
How many mysteries have you seen in your lifetime? How many nets pulled full over the boat's side, each silver body ready… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Myrnin, who hadn't said much, suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened, shocked, and for a panicked second… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I… — Mark Lawrence 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
I couldn’t see Pritkin’s face very well, just a pale blur against the shadows, but he didn’t sound happy. Some people thought… — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
This commonplace cycle of falling asleep and waking, in darkness, under private cover, with another creature, a pale soft tender mammal, putting… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
The mental powers acquire their full robustness when the cheek loses its ruddy hue, and the limbs their elastic step; and pale… — Thomas Guthrie Copy Share Image
True fighters dare face the sorrows of humanity, and look unflinchingly at bloodshed. What sorrow and joy are theirs! But the Creator's… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
I knew it. You’re an alien,” said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. “Yes, I’m an… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I think celebrity has become almost normalized. I feel like we all live our lives in a pale imitation of celebrity. With… — Jess Walter Copy Share Image
It’s a sun lamp. I thought you might be tired of your pasty-pale complexion. (Chris) Christopher, I happen to be a Viking… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Imagine not being frightened by any feeling. Imagine knowing that nothing will destroy you. That you are beyond any feeling, and state.… — Geneen Roth 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
There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our… — Horace Copy Share Image
Human rights pale beside the rights of machines. In more and more cities, especially in the great metropolises of the South, people… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
What avails it that indulgent Heaven From mortal eyes has wrapt the woes to come, If we, ingenious to torment ourselves, Grow… — John Armstrong Copy Share Image
I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I want to be the apostle of self destruction. I want my book to affect man's reason, his emotions, his nerves, his… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can… — John Milton Copy Share Image
As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way. We think we have plunged into the… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
My daddy's face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
All right, everyone. Fess up. Who just shat in their pants? C'mon. Admit it." He raised his hand. I know I did… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
At a certain point the family moved to Jaipur, where no woman could avoid the doli or purdah. They kept her in… — Indira Gandhi Copy Share Image
American coffee can be a pale solution served at a temperature of 100 degrees centigrade in plastic thermos cups, usually obligatory in… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
Without enough wilderness America will change. Democracy, with its myriad personalities and increasing sophistication, must be fibred and vitalized by regular contact… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Cold air rises from the ground as the sun goes down. The eye-burning clarity of the light intensifies. The southern rim of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Well, I’ve had my fun; I’ve had it, he thought, looking up at the swinging baskets of pale geraniums. And it was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Lying under such a myriad of stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What a wonderful song, she thought-everything was wonderful tonight, most of all this romantic scene in the den with their hands clinging… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Back in middle school, Catherine and I had gone through this stage where all we would read were fantasy books. We'd consume… — Meg Cabot 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