Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
He sat on as the sun's rays came slowly down through the trees, lower and lower, and when the lowest reached a… — Patrick O'Brian Copy Share Image
Jealous?' Luce asked. They were alone now. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and looked deep into his violet eyes.… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
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Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no human can hasten or retard. — Carl Friedrich Gauss Copy Share Image
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The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
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“What did you want to be when you grew up?' I ask, just to keep the conversation going. 'Alive.' He shrugs. Well,… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
My name itself is extremely campy. Violet Chachki literally translates to purple doodad. — Violet Chachki Copy Share Image
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”) — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
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What is green? The grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? Clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
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I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The… — Phoebe Cary Copy Share Image
What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
What Art was to the ancient world, Science is to the modern: the distinctive faculty. In the minds of men the useful… — Benjamin Disraeli Copy Share Image
What a joy is there in a good book, writ by some great master of thought, who breaks into beauty as in… — Theodore Parker Copy Share Image
Rays were blazing through the atmosphere of the earth, the horizon became bright orange, gradually passing into all the colors of the… — Yuri Gagarin Copy Share Image
At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
