Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
At such times I felt something was drawing me away, and I kept fancying that if I walked straight on, far, far… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have been all men known to history, Wondering at the world and at time passing; I have seen evil, and the… — R. S. Thomas Copy Share Image
There were days when no kid came out of his house without looking around. The week after Halloween had a quality both… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The seasons do not push one another; neither do clouds race the wind across the sky. All things happen in their own… — Dan Millman Copy Share Image
O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched. Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Just as eagles soar through the vast expanse of the sky without meeting any obstructions, needing only minimal effort to maintain their… — Geshe Kelsang Gyatso Copy Share Image
Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky. — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke rising against that blue sky? Did you shout out… — Alan Jackson Copy Share Image
“I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't these… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'.… — Mohsin Hamid Copy Share Image
And so she comes to dream herself the tree, The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins, Holding her to the sky… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
“The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored… — Gina Berriault Copy Share Image
Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I spent a long time on a big studio sitcom, 'Baddiel's Syndrome,' for Sky, and got no audience. — David Baddiel Copy Share Image
All this knowledge of the objective world is of no value in comparison to having a little glimpse of the inner sky… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
O beautiful for spacious skies, . . . O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country… — Katharine Lee Bates Copy Share Image
No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot survivor of that… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
From the gardener's point of view, November can be the worst month to be faced: Nature is winding things down, the air… — H. Peter Loewer Copy Share Image
We don't belong here, but in the spiritual sky: As l'm fated for the material world, Get frustrated in the material world,… — George Harrison Copy Share Image
It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
They were gone and I missed them but even so I was very happy. For the rest of my life no matter… — Russell Banks Copy Share Image
