And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sometimes a lengthened period of prosperity melts away in a moment; just as the heat of summer flies before a day of… — Luc de Clapiers Copy Share Image
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The tempests of youth are mingled with days of brilliant sunshine. — Luc de Clapiers Copy Share Image
“What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say,… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord. — Joe Walsh Copy Share Image
In times of storm and tempest, of indecision and desolation, a book already known and loved makes better reading than something new… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I see thou art implacable, more deaf To pray'rs than winds and seas. Yet winds to seas Are reconcil'd at length, and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
Once allow your soul to be disturbed by any violent emotion and, like the waters of a tempest-tossed lake, it can no… — Monica Baldwin Copy Share Image
Prayer is the peace of our spirit, the stillness of our thoughts, the evenness of recollection, the seat of meditation, the rest… — Jeremy Taylor Copy Share Image
There is very little real liberty in the world; even those who seem freest are often the most tightly bound. Law, custom,… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to give up; I wanted to give up on living. There was no denying… — Banana Yoshimoto Copy Share Image
“I stand still for a long time, holding the note, and let it all sink in. Her leaving is almost palpable like… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you-trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We hold death, poverty, and grief for our principal enemies; but this death, which some repute the most dreadful of all dreadful… — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these western woods ... Through all the wonderful,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I will light candles this Christmas, Candles of joy, despite all sadness, Candles of hope where despair keeps watch. Candles of courage… — Howard Thurman Copy Share Image
I tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and mine - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The immortal mind, superior to his fate, amid the outrage of external things, firm as the solid base of this great world,… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
“The whirlwind of life It was true. Sometimes life was like that, a wonderful whirlwind that fills us with joy, like a… — Guillaume Musso Copy Share Image
The job has its grandeurs, yes. There is the exultation of arriving safely after a storm, the joy of gliding down out… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days… — Margaret Sanger Copy Share Image
Character is constructed amidst the tempests of the World — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
