Not only does a lens distort forms, but the ordinary plate makes an unholy mess of colour in its tone relations. Yellow… — Walter J. Phillips Copy Share Image
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Ranger picked up and there was a moment of silence as if he was sensing me at the other end, taking my… — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
Hello, Harry!” she said. “Er — my name’s Barny,” said Harry, flummoxed. “Oh, have you changed that too?” she asked brightly. “How… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Light-enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendour. — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe… — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
I would much rather end up a fertiliser under a sunflower which is eventually made into sunflower seed oil so that instead… — Oliver Reed Copy Share Image
Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story?… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
Someone was sitting in front of a sunflower, watching the sunflower, a cup of sun, and so I tried it too. It… — Shunryu Suzuki Copy Share Image
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the rose, with sweets in every fold. — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr Copy Share Image
I think the worst lie I ever told was, because my last name is Goth, I used to tell kids at school… — Mia Goth Copy Share Image
There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days, No greeting like his welcome, no homage like… — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr Copy Share Image
We are so impressed by scientific clank that we feel we ought not to say that the sunflower turns because it knows… — Robert Farrar Capon Copy Share Image
Pick up a sunflower and count the florets running into its centre, or count the spiral scales of a pine cone or… — Charles Jencks Copy Share Image
I chose a sunflower because when darkness descends they close up to regenerate. But I really wish I'd never had the tattoo… — Halle Berry Copy Share Image
