There is a photographer in every bush, going about like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. — Samuel Butler Copy Share Image
“Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
You could be adding gasoline to a roaring fire. We understand that. But this is who we are. — Brett Brown Copy Share Image
Under Bill Clinton we had a roaring economy that looked really good. — George Packer Copy Share Image
The roaring street is hung for miles With fierce electric fire. — William Vaughn Moody Copy Share Image
“Reading is like a roaring fire, it stokes the imagination and keeps it burning bright!” — Kelley Lovelace Copy Share Image
“But the roaring of the fire, And the warmth of fur, And the boiling of the kettle Were beautiful to her!” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something… — Marjorie M. Liu Copy Share Image
I looked back on the roaring Twenties, with its jazz, 'Great Gatsby' and the pre-Code films as a party I had somehow… — Hugh Hefner Copy Share Image
Down below the broad, roaring waves of the sea break against the deep foundation of the rock. But high above the mountain,… — Rudolf Otto Copy Share Image
When I was growing up in the mid-'50s, the Roaring Twenties were a huge part of the culture. There were a number… — Martin Scorsese Copy Share Image
That's what we should do, Hazel Grace: We should team up and be this disabled vigilante duo roaring through the world, righting… — John Green Copy Share Image
When you come into my pieces, it's not an intellectual experience, it's a physical experience. It's coming at your body. There's light,… — Bill Viola Copy Share Image
Michael Bohn provides a rare opportunity to experience the American sporting scene in the Roaring Twenties. A constant stream of legendary characters… — Peter Golenbock Copy Share Image
The sun is roaring, it fills to bursting each crystal of snow. I flush with feeling, moved beyond my comprehension, and once… — Peter Matthiessen Copy Share Image
I was haunted always by my other life-my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
There are in me, in literary terms, two distinct characters: one who is taken with roaring, with lyricism, with soaring aloft, with… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Anger can offer a sense of indignity to replace a sense of shame, and offer a voice-raised above others-which can finally be… — Gina Barreca Copy Share Image
It is a solemn sight to see so many Christians lying in their blood, some here, and some there, like a company… — Mary Rowlandson Copy Share Image
After world war all we got was a lot of conformity, and conservatism and when I was in college at the university… — Hugh Hefner Copy Share Image
The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory," and then he broke down, just for one moment, his sob roaring impotent… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Quality is better seen up at the timberline than here obscured by smoky windows and oceans of words, and he sees that… — Robert M. Pirsig Copy Share Image
Sin is a lonely thing, a worm wrapped around the soul, shielding it from love, from joy, from communion with fellow men… — Phil Klay Copy Share Image
And they heard the roaring thunder of a third brilliantly lighted express. "Are they pursuing the first travelers?" demanded the little prince.… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roaring seas and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
O admirable Mother of God! How many sins have I committed for which thou hast obtained pardon for me, and how many… — John Eudes Copy Share Image
His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
The question so often asked of modern painting, "What is it?", contains more than the dull skepticism of the man who is… — Donald Barthelme Copy Share Image
