There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have… — John Banville Copy Share Image
I was born on October 21, 1956 in Burbank, California. My father, Eddie Fisher, was a famous singer. My mother, Debbie Reynolds,… — Carrie Fisher Copy Share Image
“At the edge of heaven, tatters of autumn Cloud. After ten thousand miles of clear Lovely morning, the west wind arrives. Here,… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
“May the stars guide you. May the winds cleanse all ills and remain at your back. May the earth protect you and… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“Just know the night won’t last forever, and the daybreak is just around the corner. The rain only lasts so long, until… — Jennifer Megan Varnadore Copy Share Image
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do… — Tom Hodgkinson Copy Share Image
My mom had me at 16 and took me every place she went. I remember going on peace marches. She tried to… — Debi Mazar Copy Share Image
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Dark feelings churn inside me, weighing my spirit as if gray clouds were emptying their cold, drenching contents into my being. I… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Any moron with a pack of matches can start a fire. Raining down sulfur takes a huge level of endurance. Mass genocide… — Matt Damon Copy Share Image
“It started to rain. Fat, heavy drops of summer rain - the kind that always struck her as vaguely lewd and debauched.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
Added to the rooster of courses, 'Tiger Woods 10' adds in seven new courses from the pristine Bethpage Black, home of this… — Rob Manuel Copy Share Image
Dispossessed peasants slash-and-burn their way into the rain forests of Latin America, hungry nomads turn their herds out into fragile African rangeland,… — Alan Thein Durning Copy Share Image
Hardships are quickly forgotten. Intense heat, bitter cold, rain and snow, fatigue,and luckless hunting fade quickly into memories of great fellowship, thoughts… — Fred Bear Copy Share Image
...Good luck and Good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the… — John Muir Copy Share Image
S. E. Smith's I Live in a Hut has a deceptively simple title, considering that the brain in that hut contains galaxies-worth… — Matthea Harvey Copy Share Image
And I cannot tell you how much I appreciate that because the days are long, the road is hard, the trials are… — Ann Romney Copy Share Image
A thunder-storm!—the eloquence of heaven, When every cloud is from its slumber riven, Who hath not paused beneath its hollow groan, And… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
“I don't like the rain forest," Ragnor said sadly. "That's because you are not open to new experiences in the same way… — cassandra clare Copy Share Image
At almost every step in life we meet with young men from whom we anticipate wonderful things, but of whom, after careful… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Couldn't the wrong sort of living turn anyone mean? I remembered very well that one day back in Yoroido, a boy pushed… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“The next forty-five minutes in that office was about as much fun as a day at Disney World—when it’s pouring rain. And… — James Patterson Copy Share Image
“New Yorkers who had gone to bed on Sunday evening to the sound of rain were startled on Monday morning to find… — Mary Cable Copy Share Image
“Dr. Tommy Mitchell sums this up nicely when he writes on the “no rain” subject as an argument we should avoid: The… — Ken Ham Copy Share Image
“Every field that’s turned into a parking lot or industrial park means more water siphoned off into gutters and culverts and less… — Judith D. Schwartz Copy Share Image
In England, they say that Manchester is the city of rain. It's main attraction is considered to the timetable at the railway… — Nemanja Vidic Copy Share Image
“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You see," the tourist went on, "you know that thing you do with seaweed?" Bethan, brought up on the Vortex Plains, had… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
I behave differently in different situations, and I'm slightly unstable and insecure, which I think are natural conditions of what I do.… — Max Minghella Copy Share Image
We were scripted, (although) I chose my own passage of scripture but I thought, I'm just going to add my own little… — Franklin Graham Copy Share Image
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains You say that you love the sun, but… — AaRon Copy Share Image
“Oh, you tears, I'm thankful that you run. Though you trickle in the darkness, You shall glitter in the sun. The rainbow… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
“Tears impress no one. But, oh yeah, there's no one here to impress. So I go ahead and let tears fall. Rain.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Just walking in the kitchen (and we have three kitchens at Le Bernardin), I exercise quite a lot. I also walk in… — Eric Ripert Copy Share Image
listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again,… — A. Bartlett Giamatti Copy Share Image
I am blessed again, to hear the rain. Its tin-roof chatter, drums terrain While droplets pepper windowpanes. Between such bouts, life breathes… — Aisha Copy Share Image
Donald O'Connor was in the film [ 'Singin' in the Rain' ] as well, and he was only 27 years old. So… — Debbie Reynolds Copy Share Image
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image