You need me, just whistle," he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
The thought of death leaves me in perfect peace, for I have a firm conviction that our spirit is a being of… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for a while. Maybe even… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from… — Francis Thompson Copy Share Image
All Art is a gift of the Holy Spirit. When this light shines through the mind of a musician, it manifests itself… — Abdu'l-Bahá Copy Share Image
The gods are partial to no era, but steadily shines their light in the heavens, while the eye of the beholder is… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
In fact, I always assumed that most everything I read was true, to one degree or another. I couldn't articulate this fact… — Kevin Keck Copy Share Image
My favourite thorn belongs to the rose with a name like a mouthful of broken teeth, Rosa sericea pteracantha. It is grown… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Motherhood goes back in history to a time when a father had no way of knowing his children. Fatherhood only became known… — Nawal El Saadawi Copy Share Image
Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. It… — Enid Blyton Copy Share Image
“Receive every day as a resurrection from death, as a new enjoyment of life; meet every rising sun with such sentiments of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds… — François-René de Chateaubriand Copy Share Image
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
I 'm weary of conjectures,-this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
For thee, sweet month; the groves green liveries wear. If not the first, the fairest of the year; For thee the Graces… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
America has long raised political and cultural cognitive dissonance to an art form. We are capable of living with enormous inequality and… — Jon Meacham Copy Share Image
We two remake our world by naming it / Together, knowing what words mean for us / And for the other for… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I’ve been looking for a long, long time, for this thing called love, I’ve ridden comets across the sky, and I’ve looked… — Rumi Copy Share Image
I suggest we take our heads out of the tar sands and look up to see the sun. We don't own it,… — William McDonough Copy Share Image
“Clinging to the rags I had left, I gazed out upon the full breadth of the Furnace and shook at what I… — Heather Heffner Copy Share Image
Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have really enjoyed every minute I have spent in golf- above all, the many wonderful friends I have made. I have… — Ben Hogan Copy Share Image
What is it about summer that makes children grow? We feed and water them more. They do get more sun, but that… — Nancy Gibbs Copy Share Image
It is stern work, it is perilous work, to thrust your hand in the sun And pull out a spark of immortal… — Joyce Kilmer Copy Share Image
These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
America has no north, no south, no east, no west. The sun rises over the hills and sets over the mountains, the… — Sam Watkins Copy Share Image
The sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an Indian girl, Of the tribe… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
Do not great Bodies conserve their heat the longest, their parts heating one another, and may not great dense and fix'd Bodies,… — Isaac Newton Copy Share Image
I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Reading, I had learned, was as creative a process as writing, sometimes more so. When we read of the dying rays of… — Jasper Fforde Copy Share Image
Homesickness is a great teacher. It taught me, during an endless rainy fall, that I came from the arid lands, and like… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I am a Leaper: a person who - thanks to some mathematical errors tied to the cosmic interactions of Earth and Sun… — Rick Tumlinson Copy Share Image
Perhaps you say, Why are the wicked joyous? Why do they live in luxury? Why do they not toil with me? It… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
Each night the sun sank right in our eyes along the sea, making an undulating glittering pathway, a golden track charted on… — Lawrence Beesley Copy Share Image
Look how the smaller birds greet the sun, with so much merry chirruping and so much outpouring of song! It is their… — Paul Brunton Copy Share Image
I’m not as good as a man as you are, Sundown. I find it hard to give an enemy my back under… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
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