When we accept bad art because it's good politics, we're killing the swan to feed the chickens. — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
If I was a nightingale I would sing like a nightingale; if a swan, like a swan. But since I am a… — Epictetus Copy Share Image
Evolution writ large is the belief that a cloud of hydrogen will spontaneously invent extreme-ultraviolet lithography, perform Swan Lake, and write all… — Fred Reed Copy Share Image
In the story of Ugly Duckling, when did the Ugly Duckling stop feeling Ugly? When he realized that he was a Swan.… — Benjamin Hoff Copy Share Image
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments--… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I collect church collapses, recreationally. Did you see the recent one in Sicily? Marvelous! The facade fell on sixty-five grandmothers at a… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
We were the best team in the world: European champions in 1984, we qualified without a hitch and 86 was to be… — Michel Patini Copy Share Image
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
It is not that the French are not profound, but they all express themselves so well that we are led to take… — Van Wyck Brooks Copy Share Image
“Ella woke again as they entered the picturesque village of Bibury. A stone bridge arched over the placid River Coln, and Ella… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,… — Orlando Gibbons Copy Share Image
There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
They were doing the Dying Swan at the ballet. And there was a rumor that some bookmarkers had drifted into town from… — Woody Allen Copy Share Image
I'm telling you, the gorgeous of the world can actually look pretty intimidating when they scowl. Imagine a snow-white swan with a… — Jim Benton Copy Share Image
Now, if you notice how the swan, putting its neck down into the deep water, brings up food for itself from below,… — Saint Basil Copy Share Image
Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
The swan who goes on living in its parents' tree will die; this is why those who are beautiful and talented bear… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
I always believed I was an ugly duckling in a family of swans, you know? I was such a black sheep, and… — Lindsay Pearce Copy Share Image
“Nothing in all those "O swan" poems had ever mentioned that they hissed. Or resented being mistaken for felines. Or bit.” — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
Gaze not on swans, in whose soft breast, A full-hatched beauty seems to nest Nor snow, which falling from the sky Hovers… — Henry Noel Brailsford Copy Share Image
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
