Well, did he do it?" She always asked the irrelevant question. It didn't matter in terms of the strategy of the case… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
Our stories affect one another whether we know it or not. Sometimes obedience isn't for us at all, but for another. We… — Jen Hatmaker Copy Share Image
When the sun is covered by clouds, objects are less conspicuous, because there is little difference between the light and shade of… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
You need to understand something, you drink deeply from wells of freedom and liberty and opportunity that you did not dig. You… — Cory Booker Copy Share Image
Steiner has here transformed the vaporous conceptions of his life, the vapors of what never was and never will be, from their… — Nick Tosches Copy Share Image
With a stroke of love on the canvas of my soul I'm painting a perfect world with shades of Michelangelo With each… — Belinda Carlisle Copy Share Image
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass; There is no rustling in… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
She still had her bad days, no question, when the black dog of depression sniffed her out and settled its crushing weight… — Lev Grossman Copy Share Image
The vineyard country, russet, reddish, carmine-brown in this season. A blue outline of hills above a fertile valley. It's warm as long… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Good housewives all the winter's rage despise, Defended by the riding-hood's disguise; Or, underneath the umbrella's oily shade, Safe through the wet… — John Gay Copy Share Image
And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Living more lives than one, knowing people of all classes, all shades of opinion, monarchists, republicans, socialists, anarchists, has had a salutary… — Rheta Childe Dorr Copy Share Image
The bruise on the heart which at first feels incredibly tender to the slightest touch eventually turns all the shades of the… — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
I was born in the summer of 1970, the last of five boys stretched over eight years. My parents were a struggling… — Charles M. Blow Copy Share Image
Bastian had climbed a dune of purplish-red sand and all around him he saw nothing but hill after hill of every imaginable… — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
I would that with sleepy, soft embraces The sea would fold mewould find me rest In luminous shades of her secret places,… — Adam Lindsay Gordon Copy Share Image
...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
When I remember that dizzy summer, that dull, stupid, lovely, dire summer, it seems that in those days I ate my lunches,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“Nothing grows among its pinnacles; there is no shade except under great toadstools of sandstone whose bases have been eaten to the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
How insupportable would be the days, if the night with its dews and darkness did not come to restore the drooping world.… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Spread the glad tidings that it will not disappoint Miss Heyer's many admirers. Judging from the letters I've received from obviously feeble-minded… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
What unnerves so many liberals about talk radio? Simple: It's the unapologetic nature of the conversation, the unwavering sense of certainty. Where's… — James Lileks Copy Share Image
What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
The intellectual attainments of a man who thinks for himself resemble a fine painting, where the light and shade are correct, the… — Arthur Schopenhauer Copy Share Image
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The unicorn was white, with hoofs of silver and graceful horn of pearl... The glorious thing about him was his eye. There… — T. H. White Copy Share Image
Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
If we don't have a clear sense of our identity and purpose, we are much more vulnerable to Lucifer. He of course… — Sheri L. Dew Copy Share Image
Go with your love to the fields. Lie down in the shade. Rest your head in her lap. Swear allegiance to what… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The "Mona Lisa" is an optical illusion created by Leonardo Da Vinci. The woman in the painting "The Mona Lisa" doesn't appear… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Fame is also won at the expense of others. Even the well-deserved honors of the scientist or man of learning are unfair… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
One realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
The Drab Age is over. Color is coming into its own again. Until very recently people were literally scared out of their… — Dorothy Draper Copy Share Image
There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soul Like a day on a stream, Back on the banks of the old fishing… — Edgar Guest Copy Share Image