So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Boy, you better check that tone. (Wulf) Yeah, yeah, ya scare me. I’m even wetting my pants while in your terrifying, gut-wrenching… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
If liberals were prevented from ever again calling Republicans dumb, they would be robbed of half their arguments. To be sure, they… — Ann Coulter Copy Share Image
The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Some of the worst writing around suffers from inert verbs and the unintended use of the passive voice. Yet the passive voice… — Constance Hale Copy Share Image
Children are the root of all evil.... Happy the man who has his quiver empty. — William John Locke Copy Share Image
Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the landler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver. — Charles Hamilton Aide Copy Share Image
Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I look at a nude. There are myriads of tiny tints. I must find the ones that will make the flesh on… — Pierre-Auguste Renoir Copy Share Image
I tell you, brethren, if mercies and if judgments do not convert you, God has no other arrows in His quiver. — Robert Murray M'Cheyne Copy Share Image
I am like a huge rough stone...and the only polishing I get is when some corner gets rubbed off by coming in… — Joseph Smith, Jr Copy Share Image
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A nation which lives a pastoral and innocent life never decorates the shepherd's staff or the plough-handle; but races who live by… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
Artificial intelligence is growing up fast, as are robots whose facial expressions can elicit empathy and make your mirror neurons quiver. — Diane Ackerman 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
Deeds are the pulse of Time, his beating life, And righteous or unrighteous, being done, Must throb in after-throbs till Time itself… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert...that as long as a man's heart beats, as long as a… — Jules Verne Copy Share Image
We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
I've been up, down, trying to get the feeling again. All around, trying to get the feeling again. The one that makes… — Barry Manilow Copy Share Image
At least when somebody's suffocating, you can tell: you see their faces turn blue, their lips quiver, their eyes buck, and their… — Kalisha Buckhanon Copy Share Image
the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
