But deepest of all illusory Appearances, for hiding Wonder, as for many other ends, are your two grand fundamental world-enveloping Appearances, SPACE… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
He told me once to be brave, and though I have stood still while knives spun toward my face and jumped off… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
(That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He leaped to his feet, grabbed her, and spun her to face him. "No more bullshit, Sin. Feel what you've done." He… — Larissa Ione Copy Share Image
Perhaps the author cited is one of those, who, shunning the practice of the world, have taught the world to shun return!… — Samuel Laman Blanchard Copy Share Image
What I remember best from those times is the music itself. When it succeded, we took hold of the audience's attention, working… — Andromeda Romano-Lax Copy Share Image
“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Sometimes the simplest and best use of our will is to drop it all and just walk out from under everything that… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder. — Charles Ghigna Copy Share Image
I'm a morning "spinner." That's usually when my brain is thinking too much and I don't necessarily see things positively. So I… — Dash Mihok Copy Share Image
(Nykyrian spun about at the sound, his blaster leveling at the body in the doorway.) Whoa. Friend! (He tapped his chest twice.)… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
A friend of mine who writes history books said to me that he thought that the two creatures most to be pitied… — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
One day as a young man, I was walking down the streets. And a group of Zulu guys was walking behind me… — Trevor Noah Copy Share Image
“Imagination transforms one substance into another. It changes what is into what might be, what was into what might have been. Straw… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
Count up the almonds, Count what was bitter and kept you waking, Count me in too: I sought your eye when you… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
Contemporary feminism cut itself off from history and bankrupted itself when it spun its puerile, paranoid fantasy of male oppressors and female… — Camille Paglia Copy Share Image
When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Nefarious. This is what we get when we hire a Yale boy.” “You missed sacrosanct earlier. And taciturn and glowering,” Jack said.… — Julie James Copy Share Image
I love poetry. It's at the heart of everything I do. Poetry transforms what we call language, and uses language as the… — Ashley Bryan Copy Share Image
The past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
The thing he wished for most was a thing he had never wished for at all, not until he had discovered her.… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
