Fiction writers have long turned to winter to advance bluer palettes, slicker surfaces, and sharper contrasts. The sky darkens, the wind picks… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Nowhere was the airport's charm more concentrated than on the screens placed at intervals across the terminal which announced, in deliberately workmanlike… — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Do you imagine the universe is agitated? Go into the desert at night and look out at the stars. This practice should… — Laozi Copy Share Image
Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness, you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
Reflections of the sky nation. The Thunder-beings were busy giving birth to new clouds, sending them to dance in the blue playground… — Jamie Sams Copy Share Image
People talk about the 1960s in a nostalgic way, but to me it was terrifying. People were getting assassinated. There was Vietnam.… — Sam Shepard Copy Share Image
At night... the streets become rhythmical perspectives of glowing dotted lines, reflections hung upon them in the streets as the wistaria hangs… — Frank Lloyd Wright Copy Share Image
Go, mark the matchless working of the power That shuts within the seed the future flower; Bids these in elegance of form… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
I think a person has to believe in something, or search out some kind of faith; otherwise life is empty, nothing. How… — Sarah Ruhl Copy Share Image
“And her heart burst like the stars do in the end, and She fell on her knees. But the whole world looked… — Akshay Vasu Copy Share Image
I believe in you and me. I'm like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand Russell and Albert Einstein in that I have a respect… — Frank Sinatra Copy Share Image
Shooting stars are not really stars at all but meteorites, burning their way through our atmosphere, sometimes landing in the oceans and… — Laura Moriarty Copy Share Image
I like to consider myself a star - a star, that when you look in the sky, it's always there. And on… — James Belushi Copy Share Image
Part of the magic of the experience lay in the sheer beauty of the setting: the breathtaking sight of the high mountains,… — Joseph Jaworski Copy Share Image
Hockey wasn't invented but discovered. The game, and the large organizing idea behind Stephen Smith's deeply personal 'Puckstruck,' sleeps in ponds and… — Michael Winter Copy Share Image
I learned that just beneath the surface there's another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as… — David Lynch Copy Share Image
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“Consciousness slipped slowly away, as he watched through gaping roof-holes pinprick stars high up, glistening against a purple sky. He thought of… — J.Y. Sam Copy Share Image
Gather up your telegrams Your faded pictures, best laid plans Books and postcards, 45's Every sunset in the sky Carry with you… — Mary Chapin Carpenter Copy Share Image
The gospel is not about... pie-in-the-sky when they die. ... It is imperative that the up and coming generation recognize that the… — Tony Campolo Copy Share Image
If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank.… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
In the press grandstand where I watched Discovery rise against the cloudless sky, the media hit the abort button on cynicism. The… — Jonathan Alter Copy Share Image
Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
History, the winnowing wind, never halts. We see the chaff rise, forget the waiting grain, seed of the future, fallen to the… — Han Suyin Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel a strange exhilaration up here which seems to come from something beyond the mere stimulus of flying. It is… — Guy Murchie Copy Share Image
“The sky is always beautiful. Even when it's dark or rainy or cloudy, it's still beautiful to look at. It's my favourite… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
We didn't have an indigenous Taliban before 2008. We didn't have a war in Swat before 2008, we didn't have a war… — Fatima Bhutto Copy Share Image
December stillness, teach me through your trees That loom along the west, one with the land, The veiled evangel of your mysteries.… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
No man has ever appreciated the gospel until the law has first revealed him to himself. It is only against the inky… — John Stott Copy Share Image
I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Early morning, the orange sun is slowly rising, shining forth in empty luminous clarity. The mind and the sky are one, the… — Ken Wilber Copy Share Image
A bird maintains itself in the air by imperceptible balancing, when near to the mountains or lofty ocean crags; it does this… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
"We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel among the Three Kindreds: Elves, Dwarves and Men. Forth the… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
