Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep… — Hermann Bahr Copy Share Image
It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy… — Charles Kuralt Copy Share Image
Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
Now, men think, with regard to their conduct, that, if they were to lift themselves up gigantically and commit some crashing sin,… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The only one that I have to go and see is Brooklyn. I was surprised to see it get the best picture… — Bun B Copy Share Image
I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated… — Tiffanie DeBartolo Copy Share Image
Vamps who are dying, or think they are, give a piercing, eardrum-bursting shriek, like the love child of a screech owl and… — Faith Hunter Copy Share Image
Thankfully,two old friends stood next to the throne. Horus wore full battle armor and a khopesh sword at his side.is kohl-lined eyes-one… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?" he murmured, leaning closer to me as… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Even Dad likes it," said Caddy, and her father agreed that he did. In a way. Being a broad-minded, tolerant, artistic sort… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
Tibby sat on the outside of a group of kids in the film program. There was a lot of dark clothing and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly… — Martin Luther King, Jr Copy Share Image
“You know my friends, there comes a time when people get tired of being trampled by the iron feet of oppression. There… — Martin Luther King, Jr Copy Share Image
Only with great care. For thousands, carols will be their only link with a church. At the same time, sentimentality is perhaps… — Jeremy Begbie Copy Share Image
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I think a lot of kids get scared by 'E.T.' Sometimes when I do the science-fiction conventions, I'll have a 35-year-old guy… — Dee Wallace Copy Share Image
Words began to appear in English and to make some kind of equivalent. For what satisfaction it is hard to say, except… — Robert Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
No matter how piercing and appalling his insights, the desolation creeping over his outer world, the lurid lights and shadows of his… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The violinist must possess the poets gift of piercing the protective hide which grows on propagandists, stockbrokers and slave traders, to penetrate… — Yehudi Menuhin Copy Share Image
“Thank you so much for the rude know-it-all attitude while also having to look at your ridiculously colored hair and obnoxious facial… — Heather Chapple Copy Share Image
Vipassana: looking into something with clarity and precision, seeing each component as distinct, piercing all the way through so as to perceive… — Henepola Gunaratana Copy Share Image
When people meet me, many times they're very surprised because they expect someone who is kind of wacky with seven piercings and… — Augusten Burroughs Copy Share Image
The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Discipline is a difficult word for most of us. It conjures up images of somebody standing over you with a stick, telling… — Henepola Gunaratana Copy Share Image
Even the classics that we read to our young children are full of wolves' fangs and burning ovens and bloody feet and… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
The piercing nail has become a key to unlock the door, that I may see the good will of the Lord. And… — Bernard of Clairvaux Copy Share Image
Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally Id see their beauty and solemnity so plainly… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When night falls over Washington, D.C., memorials, public buildings, and broad avenues become ethereal shapes in soft light and shadow. Floodlights, piercing… — Volkmar Wentzel Copy Share Image
Assault weapons—just like armor-piercing bullets, machine guns, and plastic firearms—are a new topic. The weapons' menacing looks, coupled with the public's confusion… — Josh Sugarmann Copy Share Image
It's important to cultivate detachment. One way to do this is to practice imagining yourself dead, or in the process of dying.… — Susanna Kaysen Copy Share Image
Likewise the piercing of the body for multiple rings in the ears, in the nose, even in the tongue. Can they possibly… — Gordon B. Hinckley Copy Share Image
To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Every funeral may justly be considered as a summons to prepare for that state into which it shows us that we must… — Lyndon B. Johnson Copy Share Image
As soon as she was close, she whispered, "you've got to get out of here." "No, you've got to get out of… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
Soul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
What is patriotism? Is it love of one's birthplace, the place of childhood's recollections and hopes, dreams and aspirations? Is it the… — Emma Goldman Copy Share Image
