It is sad to see a young man's fondest hopes and dreams shattered when the rose-colured veil is plucked away and he… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I don't want to. Believe me. But I can't help it. Rose said in time, I'll learn the control to keep his… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart - so hard, it hurt me. A hundred… — Sarah Waters Copy Share Image
I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare… — Rumi Copy Share Image
I miss playing basketball and the city of Portland and the Rose Garden. — LaMarcus Aldridge Copy Share Image
As a child, our house had a backyard lined with roses tended vigilantly by my mother. So the fragrance fills me with… — Thelma Golden Copy Share Image
A picture of Christ was hung in the back of a pulpit. When the minister rose to speak one Sunday morning, a… — Vance Havner Copy Share Image
One function of the intellect is to catalog. But cataloging doesn't change anything. If we call it a rose, or by any… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
It's like this," he'd explained once to Connie. "If someone gave you a single rose, you'd be happy, right?" "Okay," he went… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
I got the 'Max Rose' script, and I fell in love with it. It just hit me. It was something that needed… — Jerry Lewis Copy Share Image
Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell? — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Certain miracles that I beheld there have haunted my memory ever since: a gray April morning of sirocco, when the almond blossoms,… — Harrison Gray Otis Dwight Copy Share Image
Romance isn't just about roses or killing dragons or sailing a kayak around the world. It's also about chocolate chip cookies and… — Steve Kluger Copy Share Image
Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
Dimitri: "Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that...protecting her like that—it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
They had a year of joy, twelve months of the strange heaven which the salmon know on beds of river shingle, under… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled. "I suppose that's fair." He drew in on… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The actual Blue Rose murders, which lie at the core of the three novels, yield various incorrect solutions which assume the status… — Peter Straub Copy Share Image
A kiss! When all is said, what is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken in closer proximity, a promise more precise,… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I was doing an interview with Charlie Rose and he said, "What do you think about Margaret Thatcher?" - and I had… — Gregory Doran Copy Share Image
They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
