Violet said nothing, though big pearly tears, like a child's, trembled at her lashes. She suddenly missed John very much. Into him… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“Xaden Riorson is now in the business of keeping his mortal enemy alive.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Surely as cometh the Winter, I know There are Spring violets under the snow. — Robert Henry Newell Copy Share Image
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze. — Ebenezer Elliott Copy Share Image
“I may not want to appear different than every other rider on this field, but I already am.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?' 'Absolutely not.' His jaw tenses. 'Right.' I don't expect that… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
It will be readily admitted that brown tints have never coursed beneath our skin; it will be discovered that yellow shines forth… — Umberto Boccioni Copy Share Image
“There's nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn't find you, Violence.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Don't be a dick,' I whisper. 'You haven't even seen me start to be a dick.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
If we were to imagine an orange on the blue side or green on the red side or violet on the yellow… — Ludwig Wittgenstein Copy Share Image
“Jesus Christ!" I yelled, jumping up and down to shake out the fear as I opened the sliding door, frowning when I… — Jessica Shirvington Copy Share Image
“Nothing can fill you up,” she stated. “Nope,” he agreed again. “You won’t let it.” “Barrel’s got a hole in the bottom,… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing… — Melanie McGrath Copy Share Image
I'm confident that I'm as intelligent as many people, but I know that I'm not as intelligent as some. So in the… — Bette Midler Copy Share Image
China tea, the scent of hyacinths, wood fires and bowls of violets – that is my mental picture of an agreeable February afternoon. — Constance Spry Copy Share Image
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of… — John Keats Copy Share Image
If the next car passed is blue, Violet will be okay, she thought. If it's red, A will do something horrible to… — Sara Shepard Copy Share Image
The violet sea longs for the birth of gods, for to be born here is an unspeakable feast, a drumroll of commanding… — Jose Lezama Lima Copy Share Image
“Just because he's a dick, doesn't mean you have to be.' 'But he's giving me so much material to work with.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
