The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose. — Kenneth Hare Copy Share Image
Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
If we believe that Jesus of Nazareth is the only begotten Son of God and that He came into this world and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The difference between you and her (whom I to you did once prefer) Is clear enough to settle: She like a diamond… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
I greatly admired Gypsy [Rose Lee] for being able to rise above her circumstances; I was terrified of her; I thought she… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
I came upon a telegram from Eleanor Roosevelt herself to Gypsy Rose Lee that read, 'May your bare ass always be shining'.… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest… — Jose Rizal Copy Share Image
The history of Buenos Aires is written in its telephone directory. Pompey Romanov, Emilio Rommel, Crespina D. Z. de Rose, Ladislao Radziwil,… — Bruce Chatwin Copy Share Image
We have a saying in Guns N Roses: When somebodys gonna get yelled at, theyre gonna get the corn. — Axl Rose Copy Share Image
Don't wait for people to dress your bed for you, do it yourself and you'll be glad to sleep and feel relaxed — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
The thing about happiness is that it doesn't help you to grow; only unhappiness does that. So I'm grateful that my bed… — Lana Turner Copy Share Image
One of the biggest questions to me was whether or not Gypsy the person was capable of loving anyone or anything beyond… — Karen Abbott Copy Share Image
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle… — Enid Blyton Copy Share Image
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year . . The Rose still blushes, and… — Samuel Garth Copy Share Image
The banishment for life of Pete Rose from baseball is a sad end if a sorry episode. One of the game's greatest… — A. Bartlett Giamatti Copy Share Image
I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside.… — James Dashner Copy Share Image
He grinned. “Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless — and shockingly handsome — alter ego.” “And I’m on top… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I haven't much time to be fond of anything . . . But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
I like a little bit of everything. I think I'll put on Guns 'N' Roses or Rolling Stones any day. But recently… — Steven R. McQueen Copy Share Image
“and afterward, after it was done, it was too much, and I felt like I was going to... I don't know.... explode,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Nothing happened here, okay? None of this did.” His eyebrows rose. “Really? Because I could have sworn that something happened when my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image