Too pissed off to cry, I said, 'This is only making me hate her. I don't want to hate her. And what's… — John Green Copy Share Image
The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Jackson is the most consummate sketcher I have ever known. These little panels, handy on the trail, could be handled as easily… — Arthur Lismer Copy Share Image
I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs… — Stephen Fry Copy Share Image
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence. You touch them as they quiver with divine pleasure.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
In the spiritual world there are no time divisions such as the past, present and future; for they have contracted themselves into… — D.T. Suzuki Copy Share Image
How to sustain the miracle Of being, that like a muted bell, Or like some ocean-breathing shell, Quivers, intense and still? — Babette Deutsch Copy Share Image
When you're gripped by anxiety, worry, insomnia, or panic, make yourself shiver, quiver, tremble, and shudder. It seems silly, but it really… — Jude Bijou Copy Share Image
love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering… — Wassily Kandinsky Copy Share Image
Nothing but an imperious intellectual and moral necessity can drive into doubt a religious mind, for it is as though an earthquake… — Annie Besant Copy Share Image
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses - Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves,… — John Lyly Copy Share Image
But when I’m jumping, it’s as if my feelings are going upward to the sky. Really, my urge to be swallowed up… — Naoki Higashida Copy Share Image
