I turned and faced the Olympians. "We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Kept as a mirror to your heart, and your tongue under control, so there are no hard way of life, Not must… — Mak_786 Copy Share Image
“What would I do with all that wealth? Eventually a man just needs six feet of cloth for his shroud.” — vikas swarup Copy Share Image
“When I die... my desire for you is to soak my shroud with your musk. حينَ أمُوت ، وَصِيَّتي لَك .. فَقط عَطِّرْ كَفَني برَائِحَتِك” — Amany Al-Hallaq Copy Share Image
“Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass by… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“I wanted none of it finally. And, deserving nothing better, I closed up like a spider in the flame of a match.… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Custom is a shroud that conceals everything. Not without first encountering the uncustomary will we be able to recognize what is customary… — Vilém Flusser Copy Share Image
“The shroud itself became a story almost instantly. 'Penelope's web', it was called; people used to say that of any task that… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
