So it is with life. Those thorns, the prickly problems of life, cause us to strive to rise above them and then,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I felt that there could be some anger. There could be some frustration that he has the tendency to take over the… — Viola Davis Copy Share Image
If you have indeed been so highly distinguished, should you not ‘live no longer to yourselves, but altogether unto Him who died… — Charles Simeon Copy Share Image
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
A sudden dart when a little over a hundred feet from the end of the track, or a little over 120 feet… — Orville Wright Copy Share Image
If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is. — Jack Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Right when I finish a workout, I feel pretty sexy. Even though I'm sweaty and I don't smell like a rose, I… — Sarah Shahi Copy Share Image
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The Sappers really need no tribute from me; their reward lies in the glory of their achievement. The more science intervenes in… — Bernard Law Montgomery Copy Share Image
There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose. — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
Young people can get very discouraged and get hooked on drugs or on alcohol because of problems they perceive as insurmountable. It… — Maureen Forrester Copy Share Image
The Doctor: Rose... before I go, I just want to tell you: you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what?… — Russell T Davies Copy Share Image
You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you.… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows, Come to us, go from us, whence… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among roots, the maiden-fair, Wine-scented and poetic soul Of the capacious salad bowl. — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Rose never would have done anything like that,' he countered. He paused to reconsider, and I could've sworn there was a hint… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new;… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know?… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
Rose: "If you'd teach me to swear in Russian, I might have a new appreciation for it."Dimitri: "You swear too much already."Rose:… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
