Terrorism threat is serious, and not just to American interests. The assaults in Russia against two airliners, bringing them out of the… — Colin Powell Copy Share Image
What good is music? None ... and that is the point. To the world and its states and armies and factories and… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
Atlas, we read in ancient song, Was so exceeding tall and strong, He bore the skies upon his back, Just as the… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
I was born in Swindon... a place that always looked west. I found that wherever I go I love to have a… — Justin Hayward Copy Share Image
“We have often had this particular exchange about climate and landscape and why we both feel so lonely here uprooted. It was… — Fanny Howe Copy Share Image
Man was sent into the world to be a growing and exhaustless force. The world was spread out around him to be… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Action is called karma. And that's your continuation. When this body disintegrates, you continue on with your actions. It's like the cloud… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
“It's amazing what the sound of a voice you've been longing to hear can do to your heart. He spoke five words… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
I have likewise made many 'skies' and effects - for I wish it could be said of me as Fuselli says of… — John Constable Copy Share Image
You have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper… — Rumi Copy Share Image
The midnight disease is a kind of emotional insomnia; at ever conscious moment its victim—even if he or she writes at dawn,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Looking out of the window at the infinite sky, I prayed out, 'Dear Baby Jesus, I am sorry for my sin, even… — Louise Rennison Copy Share Image
It's the 21st century, and somebody has to rise from within this faith tradition and retranslate it for the post-modern world... The… — John Shelby Spong Copy Share Image
Mars has long exerted a pull on the human imagination. The erratically moving red star in the sky was seen as sinister… — John Updike Copy Share Image
To me, the circle and the square where the sky and the earth, as symbolized by the ancient Oriental religions; they formed… — Michel Seuphor Copy Share Image
When the song of the angels is stilled, When the star in the sky is gone, When the kings and princes are… — Howard Thurman Copy Share Image
Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want." But the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sometimes, looking up at Sophiatown... I have felt I was looking at an Italian village somewhere in Umbria. For you do ‘look… — Trevor Huddleston Copy Share Image
. . . for until that God who rules all the region of the sky . . . has freed you from… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
If knowledge isn't self-knowledge it isn't doing much, mate. Is the universe expanding? Is it contracting? Is it standing on one leg… — Tom Stoppard Copy Share Image
Many animals even now spring out of the soil, Coalescing from the rains and the heat of the sun. Small wonder, then,… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,-\-\it seemed the… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
When you're young, you believe in the most basic things. You believe that there are good people around you. And you don't… — Jim Kerr Copy Share Image
God's providence is not in baskets lowered from the sky, but through the hands and hearts of those who love him. The… — George Arthur Buttrick Copy Share Image
When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
