To all new truths, or renovation of old truths, it must be as in the ark between the destroyed and the about-to-be… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Abra DeMadrigal didn't look young enough to be my sister anymore. Her sorrow weighed her down and aged her. She was still… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak,… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
“The bird cawed. The loud cry echoed off the mountains. The raven swooped down before them again, narrowly missing Richard’s head. Gaining… — Terry Goodkind Copy Share Image
Raven: "Don't you notice that?" Alexander: "Notice what?" Raven: "The girls?" Alexander: "What girls?" Raven: "Hello! You were worried about bringing me… — Ellen Schreiber Copy Share Image
The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
But as we are looking toward our future, I'm not sure it matters what we want to be but rather who we… — Ellen Schreiber Copy Share Image
I am so proud to be the Baltimore Ravens' first Hall of Fame inductee. — Jonathan Ogden Copy Share Image
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.] — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Do you ever do something, and then think to yourself: That's So Raven? — Zach Galifianakis Copy Share Image
Why is a raven like a writing desk? - Mad Hatter I haven't the slightest idea. - Alice — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
“Lucy was kinda like the Ravens - rough-looking on the outside but full of awesome.” — Laura Kaye Copy Share Image
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore. — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Love can be angry... with a kind of anger in which there is no gall, like the dove's and not the ravens. — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
“For a breathtaking moment; I spoke the language of the fleeing leaves When the sky is shrouded in darkness Of incoming Ravens… — Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Copy Share Image
Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest… — Jim Morrison Copy Share Image
The raven red, on ruby pinions winging its way between the worlds, hears dead men singing. It scarce knows it strength, the… — Kerstin Gier Copy Share Image
“Among the young ravens driven to roost awhile on Graydon's ark was James Andrew Manallace - a darkish, slow northerner of a… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
I found it." "People find pennies," Gansey replied. "Or car keys. Or four-leaf clovers." "And ravens," Ronan said. "You're just jealous 'cause"… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He that visits the sick in hopes of a legacy, but is never so friendly in all other cases, I look upon… — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
You've used up all your school sick days," he said, persuing my file. "You've requested to leave school one hundred and thirty… — Ellen Schreiber Copy Share Image
I knew from previous books not to count on anything in terms of sales. My first novel - -The Raven's Bride, about… — Elizabeth Crook Copy Share Image
“Instead it yanks on a worm wiggling in the loosened soil. Its feathers shimmer in the morning sunlight, a malignant green on… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
No event for the Koyukon - or for most other indigenous peoples - is ever entirely meaningless or accidental, but neither is… — David Abram Copy Share Image
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I am delighted, one more time, by the daring of my species and the audacity of our flying machines. There is poetry… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch,"… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
There will be no more protest. No more dissension. No more violence. There will be only one voice. The voice of Ravinia.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon But small, appear most long and terrible; So, when we think Fate hovers… — John Dryden Copy Share Image