Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the… — William Morris Copy Share Image
He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree,… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Your name. That’s all I want.” I debate on whether or not I should explain to him that my name isn't going… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
Merripen, despite his fear of heights, had often climbed a ladder to wash the second floor window for her. He had wanted… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt. (They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.) — Horace Copy Share Image
God is to us like the sky to a small bird, which cannot see its outer limits and cannot reach its distant… — John Powell Copy Share Image
As the skies appear to a man, so is his mind. Some see only clouds there; some, prodigies and portents; some rarely… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
For with my intuition I knew that this man was repeating a pattern over and over again: courting a woman with his… — Doris Lessing Copy Share Image
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
I'd rather spend my time looking at the sky than listening to Whitney Houston. — Robert Smith Copy Share Image
This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love, that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own… — Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib Copy Share Image
The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Surely there is something in the unruffled calm of nature that overawes our little anxieties and doubts; the sight of the deep-blue… — Jonathan Edwards Copy Share Image
I have everything I need. A square of sky, a piece of stone, a page, a pen, and memory raining down on… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
And some day there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind… — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
When you're in the closet, you feel like the sky will fall down if anyone finds out. A lot of the fear… — Jane Velez-Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I wish I had a brush that could paint the whole sky and turn every morning into night. I wish I could… — Akshay Vasu Copy Share Image
