Let us be banded together as one man; let us contend earnestly for the faith once delivered to the saints; let us… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God… — Caitlin Thomas Copy Share Image
All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
That would be a glorious life, to addict oneself to perfection; to follow the curve of the sentence wherever it might lead,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
[...] endless action and reaction. Those beautifully rounded pebbles which you gather on the sand and which you hold in your hand… — Frederick Douglass Copy Share Image
Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“S:uch is Heaven on Earth, in all land A:s the sun brightens to the moon N:ails the Creation in a palm of… — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
I find it particularly shocking that people work all week long, and then on the weekend they give their money to another… — Michel Gondry Copy Share Image
We start out postulating sharp boundaries, such as between humans and apes, or between apes and monkeys, but are in fact dealing… — Frans de Waal Copy Share Image
I wonder if we might pledge ourselves to remember what life is really all about—not to be afraid that we're less flashy… — Fred Rogers Copy Share Image
I don't want to sit on the sidelines and not value the gift of being here. Instead of the idea of time… — Tori Amos Copy Share Image
There's always a place for the angry young man with his fist in the air and his head in the sand. He's… — Billy Joel Copy Share Image
To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside… — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
When you're out in the desert, you can't believe the amount of stars. Are you busy as a bee? Do not even… — Eddie Vedder Copy Share Image
Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again. — Robin Sharma Copy Share Image
The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
My head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today. — John Barrymore Copy Share Image
She had sand in her mouth and between her toes, the briny wind raising goose bumps on her skin, and the sweetest,… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
A lone maple leaf resting on sand Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of… — Stephen Leacock Copy Share Image
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Male bashing is everywhere. It would be a mistake to view the current situation as another skirmish in the war between the… — Warren Farrell Copy Share Image