It was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infiltrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry - school, homework, boyfriends, the… — Melanie Thernstrom Copy Share Image
All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I wanted to go higher than Rockefeller Center, which was being erected across the street from Saks Fifth Avenue and was going… — Jacqueline Cochran Copy Share Image
For the mind is capable of dealing with only one kind of food; it lives, grows and is nourished upon ideas only;… — Charlotte Mason Copy Share Image
He closed his eyes as she put her hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song,… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The fuel of the future is going to come from fruit like that sumach out by the road, or from apples, weeds,… — Henry Ford Copy Share Image
