The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide. — Louis Kronenberger Copy Share Image
I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters; no doubt… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
So here's a question from one who believed, only a week ago, that Baghdad might just collapse and that we might wake… — Robert Fisk Copy Share Image
Jesse: " Hey Rose, welcome back. Still breaking hearts?" Rose: " Are you volunteering? — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“They all knew about me and Dimitri," I said, wondering if I'd be saying any of this sober. "But I never told… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and… — Alfred North Whitehead Copy Share Image
But something cannot be made out of nothing. Dust rose in the air, caught the rays of the sun for a brief… — David Klass Copy Share Image
The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Violet heard the coughing and came running back. She sank down on the bench beside Rose, putting her arm around the older… — Jessica Day George Copy Share Image
Before the land rose out of the ocean, and became dry land, chaos reigned; and between high and low water mark, where… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The author squares man's depravity with still being made in the image of God with this word picture. A vase that has… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sometimes the scariest things in life aren’t the Vampires and the Werewolves, sometimes there are things even God doesn’t want to know… — Tara Brown Copy Share Image
Lying under such a myriad of stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I should go," I said thickly. "Let me know when you want to start practice again. And thanks for...talking." I started to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
