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To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“My look blue as the sky Is as calm as water in the sun. It’s that way, blue and calm, Because it… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
There are those who say that trees shade the garden too much, and interfere with the growth of the vegetables. There may… — Charles Dudley Warner Copy Share Image
I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I know I can not paint a flower, I can not paint the sun on the desert on a bright summer morning… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
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Wishing won't make it so Hoping won't do it, praying won't do it Religion won't do it, philosophy won't do it The… — Todd Rundgren Copy Share Image
When I look up and see the sun shining on the patch of white clouds up in the blue, I begin to… — Eddie Rickenbacker Copy Share Image
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
It sometimes strikes me that the whole of science is a piece of impudence; that nature can afford to ignore our impertinent… — Aleister Crowley Copy Share Image
The bud, though plucked, would not be withered, only transplanted to a fitter soil to ripen and blow beneath a brighter sun;… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
For the pre-Darwinian age had come to be regarded as a Dark Age in which men still believed that the book of… — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
The langour of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
In all Gabriel’s life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of Shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Deep beneath the surface of the Sun, enormous forces were gathering. At any moment, the energies of a million hydrogen bombs might… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
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A little thorn may cause much suffering. A little cloud may hide the sun. Little foxes spoil the vines; and little sins… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
The paintings that laughed at him merrily from the walls were like nothing he had ever seen or dreamed of. Gone were… — Irving Stone Copy Share Image
If we pursue this way, if we are decent, industrious, and honest, if we so loyally and truly fulfill our duty, then… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
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The fourth angel poured his bowl on the sun, and it was allowed to scorch people with fire; they were scorched by… — John the Apostle Copy Share Image
The marvellous thing about Proust - although it must have been a nightmare living in his head - is he forgot nothing.… — Paterson Joseph Copy Share Image
Any strategy that attempts to reinforce faith by undermining science is also doomed to failure. Showing that some scientific theory is wrong… — Victor J. Stenger Copy Share Image
The time is perhaps not altogether too green for the vile suggestion that art has nothing to do with clarity, does not… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roaring seas and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Dad called this the shadow time. The sun sucks colour from the world, he'd said. He'd taught her to see the softer… — Jackie French Copy Share Image
“Think of (the Kingdom) like the sun. As it peeks through on a cloudy day, we do not say the sun has… — Kevin DeYoung Copy Share Image
I've always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I plant rosemary all over the garden, so pleasant is it to know that at every few steps one may draw the… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
In fiction, when you paint yourself into a corner, you can write a pair of suction cups onto the bottoms of your… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
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