The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
For what use are books to anyone whose days are like a rook's nest with every twig a duty. — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“One twig lights a small fire; a thousand twigs light an immense inferno.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Everyone's the anti-Teddy Roosevelt. Speak loudly and carry a brittle twig. — Alec Sulkin Copy Share Image
On my last day of shooting, I'd be happy to say 'Cut, it's a wrap' and fall off the twig. — Richard Attenborough Copy Share Image
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
FKA Twigs is stunning. She has beautiful contemporary and unique sound with an almost psychedelic vibe. Her music is great for the… — Chelsea Leyland Copy Share Image
It's really difficult to have your voice heard and feared when you both speak softly and carry a twig. — Fareed Zakaria Copy Share Image
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by… — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
I used to be so twig skinny that I couldn't eat enough, because I was just naturally skinny. Until I went to… — Lisa Ling Copy Share Image
I don't throw my body down on the stage at all anymore because I'm sure I'd snap like a twig. — Michael Gira Copy Share Image
Life is not so simple. There are many futures. The life of a single person is like a great tree: every branch,… — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
I've not really had a bad Christmas. Apart from serious things, like when my father died. He rather spoiled the party and… — John Nettles Copy Share Image
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The real joy is in discovering that the twigs and branches of my practice are all firmly rooted in a single tree,… — James Nares Copy Share Image
October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
Different persons growing up in the same language are like different bushes trimmed and trained to take the shape of identical elephants.… — Willard Van Orman Quine Copy Share Image
I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
Art need not be intended. It comes inevitably as the tree from the root, the branch from the trunk, the blossom from… — Robert Henri Copy Share Image
That little bird has chosen his shelter. Above it are the stars and the deep heaven of worlds. Yet he is rocking… — Martin Luther Copy Share Image
Walden - all his books, indeed - are packed with subtle, conflicting, and very fruitful discoveries. They are not written to prove… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I grabbed Aunt Prue's tiny hand, her fingers as small as bare twigs in winter. I closed my eyes and took her… — Kami Garcia Copy Share Image
He is very fond of me, almost too fond. I could do with less caressing and more rationality. I should like to… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
If there is one place on the face of the earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home… — Romain Rolland Copy Share Image
Nature has many scenes to exhibit, and constantly draws a curtain over this part or that. She is constantly repainting the landscape… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The strain of constant adaptation to so many fearful events and discoveries is already too much to bear with sanity; one has… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
This single Stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected Corner, I once knew in a flourishing State in a… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
You know the Zen question, 'The Bodhisattva of Great Mercy' has a thousand hands and a thousand eyes; 'which is the true… — Katsuki Sekida Copy Share Image
Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous; gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins. — John Banville Copy Share Image
I don't normally look like a twig and I do eat like a pig but the weight has just dropped off me. — Sienna Miller Copy Share Image
