“If she ever again heard the sound of water splashing, she would turn and walk the other way. Ogling a naked man?… — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
The sound of water escaping from mill dams, etc., willows, old rotten planks, slimy posts, and brickwork, I love such things. — John Constable Copy Share Image
Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Anyone who has become entranced by the sound of water drops in the darkness of a ruin can attest to the extraordinary… — Steven Holl Copy Share Image
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart… — Hilaire Belloc Copy Share Image
“Then I grew into my ugly, said plenty, dropping quarters at the coin laundry. The sound of water turning over water was… — Collier Nogues Copy Share Image
I first noticed how the sound of water is like the talk of human voices, and would sometimes wake in the night… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Yes, the sound of water, the voice of the wind - completely foreign to human passions. All the other sounds of this… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Within Young Leaves Wrapped within young leaves: the sound of water. —SOSEKI This delicate observation by this Japanese poet is filled with… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
“From too much love of living From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Frodo: I can't recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I'm naked in the… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
But the sound of water escaping from mill-dams, &c., willows, old rotten planks, slimy posts, and brickwork, I love such things. Shakespeare… — John Constable Copy Share Image
If you cannot bear the silence and the darkness, do not go there; if you dislike black night and yawning chasms, never… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of… — Gary D. Schmidt Copy Share Image
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess,… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“float before I could swim. Ellis never believed it was called Dead-Man’s Float, thought I’d made it up. I told him it… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“All the while, he was conscious of the sound of water. Dahlia was taking a shower. No matter how hard he tried… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“The Garden of Proserpine" Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Casting back her head, Arya gazed up at the twinkling sky, her long neck gold with firelight, her face pale with the… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
“We didn't finish that dance." "Here?" "Why not?" Echo's high heel tapped against the sidewalk, the telltale sign of nerves. I took… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I get ideas from everything. A big color, the sound of water and wind, or a flash of something cool. Playing is… — Erroll Garner Copy Share Image
The sound of water escaping from mill-dams, etc., willows, old rotten planks, slimy posts, and brickwork.those scenes made me a painter and… — John Constable Copy Share Image
“Brief dark shadow of a downtown tree, light sound of water falling into the sad pool, green of the trimmed lawn –… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“He was trying to make me his bed buddy. I declined. He gave chase." [...] "How, exactly, did you 'decline' his offer?"… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
“I think it was only in that moment I believed she was dead, this girl I had never seen alive. I'll never… — Tana French Copy Share Image