Drag queens don't work well outside. We're designed for spotlights, not sunlight. — Sharon Needles Copy Share Image
In the city of flesh I travel without maps, a worried tourist: and Ottilie was a very Venice. I stumbled lost in… — John Banville Copy Share Image
Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
These individuals are tyrants, and so they hate democracy. They are bigots, zealots, and persecutors, and so they hate Americas freedom tolerance,… — Ted Olson Copy Share Image
What a wonderful time to be young. You will see events in your lifetime that will test your courage and extend your… — Boyd K. Packer Copy Share Image
Poetry Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The first thing I do in the morning is to get some sunlight in my eyes, it is good for circadian rhythm. — Erling Haaland Copy Share Image
Rome, like Washington, is small enough, quiet enough, for strong personal intimacies; Rome, like Washington, has its democratic court and its entourage… — M. E. W. Sherwood Copy Share Image
She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I… — Mary Johnston Copy Share Image
God alone can do what seems impossible. This is the promise of his grace: 'I will restore to you the years that… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Doesn't sunlight kill them? Doesn't it turn them to dust, or make them burst into flames or something?" "Nope. Vampires tan, just… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
July is hollyhocks and hammocks, fireworks and vacations, hot and steamy weather, cool and refreshing swims, beach picnics, and vegetables all out… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think? — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
It is sunlight in modified form which turns all the windmills and water wheels and the machinery which they drive. It is… — John Harvey Kellogg Copy Share Image
But do not look down on even the most minute of things; for with the coming of daybreak, even the tiniest particles… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
[...] even in the cruelest human being there can exist a flower of good. Maybe just the tiniest blossom, in need of… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
“He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring… — Andrew M. Greeley Copy Share Image
May your love be firm, and may your dream of life together be a river between two shores - by day bathed… — James Bertolino Copy Share Image
I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow. — Arthur Schopenhauer Copy Share Image
When you start to crack open, don’t waste a moment gathering your old self up into something like you knew before. Let… — Brian Andreas Copy Share Image