Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I never knew what Amazon was. I've never seen any of those series, even on cable. I've never seen The Sopranos, or… — Woody Allen Copy Share Image
You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Cynic: an idealist whose rose-colored glasses have been removed, snapped in two and stomped into the ground, immediately improving his vision — Rick Bayan Copy Share Image
The Universal Law is impartial. It will give you anything you believe. It will throw you garbage or roses depending on the… — Stuart Wilde Copy Share Image
Preserve me from such cordiality! It is like handling briar-roses and may-blossoms - bright enough to the eye, and outwardly soft to… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
Queen and Bon Jovi, Aerosmith and Guns N' Roses - I had a huge rock-band mania. I play a little bit of… — PSY Copy Share Image
Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of… — Tony Kushner Copy Share Image
Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The… — Phoebe Cary Copy Share Image
Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not, Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not. If a flood should arrive, to drown… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
We all agree now - by 'we' I mean intelligent people under sixty - that a work of art is like a… — Clive Bell Copy Share Image
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a… — Rene Char Copy Share Image
The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat… — Salvador Dali Copy Share Image
What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
When, in the third book, we do learn the identity of the Blue Rose murderer, the information comes in a muted, nearly… — Peter Straub Copy Share Image
I am a zombie fan, but all of the zombie stories I've enjoyed started when the dead rose and ended three days… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Other people spoke, and I tried to keep up with the translations. All the stories were about Dimitri's kindness and strength of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
