The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence. To break the endless song. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
I felt instantly at home, and wanted only to dismiss Alistair, along with the rest of Justice Hall, that I might have… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
I know you don't love me, but I hope and pray that you'll soon realize how much I do love you. And… — Superman Copy Share Image
It's easy to lose sight of God when life is sweet and easy, but there is something awesome about despair, and it… — Kristin Armstrong Copy Share Image
Please don't miss me too much. Please don't be too sad. Find someone else to love, because you have much love to… — Lurlene McDaniel Copy Share Image
The old always think the world is getting worse; it is for the young, equipped with historical facts, to point out that,… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
And the wind will whip your tousled hair, The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, Great tales of love and strife. And… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
“Let me go!” she growls. “No.” “Let me fucking go, Colton.” Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. “You let go.”… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
In the performance of our responsibilities, I have learned that when we heed a silent prompting and act upon it without delay,… — Thomas S. Monson Copy Share Image
For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Sweet Jane' is my favorite song by Lou Reed the writer, at least the Velvet Underground Lou Reed. — Scarface Copy Share Image
“There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Marilyn Monroe was a very sweet girl, she was a very innocent girl. — Debbie Reynolds Copy Share Image
We say, sorrow, disaster, calamity. God says, chastening and it sounds sweet to him though it is a discord to our ears.… — Oswald Chambers Copy Share Image
“Are there flowers here, your ladyship?' he asked when Pole had gone. 'Flowers?' Lucretia touched a hand to her cheek. 'Surely you… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
British food is a celebration of comfort eating. Our traditional savoury recipes are all about warmth and sustenance, our puddings a roll… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
Boxing is the sweet science. You hit and not get hit. There's no reward for you to hit me more than I… — Bernard Hopkins Copy Share Image
Very few people possess true artistic ability. It is therefore both unseemly and unproductive to irritate the situation by making an effort.… — Fran Lebowitz Copy Share Image
Obviously Sweet 16, there's nothing else you can say, everyone would die to play this game. — Domantas Sabonis Copy Share Image
Tenderness and Rot Tenderness and rot share a border. And rot is an aggressive neighbor whose iridescence keeps creeping over. No lessons… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
The mind that becomes soiled in youth can never again be washed clean. I know this by my own experience, & to… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Then from the world all spirituality will be extinct, all moral perfection will be extinct, all sweet-souled sympathy for religion will be… — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
Corduroy hits the sweet spot between jeans and slacks. They're a trouser middleman. — James Acaster Copy Share Image
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Southern political personalities, like sweet corn, travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time… — A. J. Liebling Copy Share Image
I felt more alone that week than any. Sometimes I'd feel a body lying next to me like an amputee feels a… — Harvey Pekar Copy Share Image
