I was told when I grew up I could be anything I wanted: a fireman, a policeman, a doctor – even President,… — Bill Hicks Copy Share Image
My favourite thorn belongs to the rose with a name like a mouthful of broken teeth, Rosa sericea pteracantha. It is grown… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head,… — Jasper Fforde Copy Share Image
The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Give me strength, not to be better than my enemies, but to defeat my greatest enemy, the doubts within myself. Give me… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The setting sun threatened to consume me—it could have, you know. It would have been a beautiful death with an honorable eulogy:… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“A few years ago we discussed when Sabbath truly begins. When is the precise moment of the setting sun? So I made… — James Sturm Copy Share Image
“After dinner, I went upstairs and found Ren standing on the veranda again, looking at the sunset. I approached him shyly and… — Colleen Houck Copy Share Image
There's a stone I had made for Luke at the top of the hill road, where the pasture opens wide and the… — Patricia McConnell Copy Share Image
The time must come to all of us, who live long, when memory is more than prospect. An angler who has reached… — Edward Grey, 1st Viscount Grey of Fallodon Copy Share Image
“Dog-tired" If she would come to me here Now the sunken swaths Are glittering paths To the sun, and the swallows cut… — D.H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose. — Antonin Artaud Copy Share Image
Diana: "I wish I were rich, and I could spend the whole summer at a hotel, eating ice cream and chicken salad."… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Each of us hides our own private Delaware lost in the gray jungle-tangle of our brains. No one else can know its… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Go ahead, you guys. I'm not done with Kim yet." Braden made annoying kissing noises while Michelle giggled. "Fine with me," Kim… — Cole Gibsen Copy Share Image
“I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A… — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“In our five thousand years of civilization, our history has often been the handmaid of geography. We lie exactly midway between the… — Ian McDonald Copy Share Image
Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
“Tim bid us good-bye after helping us carry in my three-hundred-pound suitcase, and Marlboro Man and I looked around our quiet house,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
Dandyism is the last flicker of heroism in decadent ages.... Dandyism is a setting sun; like the declining star, it is magnificent,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“Daffy had stopped talking, without her noticing. It was if he'd run out of words. He did a peculiar thing, then; he… — Emma Donoghue Copy Share Image
“More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before: The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
