Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. "I come and go… — Rumi Copy Share Image
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
You can love infinity, eternity, Scotty dogs, sports, work, play, the feelings of being alive, the earth, the sky, the fire, the… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
The newer homes did not sustain as much damage because they were built to better safety codes; they were better designed, higher… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The oboe's a horn made of wood. I'd play you a tune if I could, But the reeds are a pain, And… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
It is hard for people who have not lived in Los Angeles to realize how radically the Santa Ana figures in the… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“Dirt under her fingernails, the gentle breeze in her hair, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves like a… — Victoria Lynn Copy Share Image
It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“Into this Universe, and why not knowing, Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines. — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
But if it's tolerable mediocrity, and you're like, 'Well, you know it could be worse. At least I'm getting paid.' Then you… — Tim Ferriss Copy Share Image
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things- Wind and water and weather.… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
If anything is endemic to Wyoming it is wind. This big room of space is swept out daily, leaving a bone yard… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
Emily suffers no more from pain or weakness now. She will never suffer more in this world. She is gone after a… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
There should be intensive research of all forms of clean energy - sun power, wind power, water power including wave power. In… — Peace Pilgrim Copy Share Image
One whispered yes becomes the wind song over an ocean of no's. — Mary Anne Radmacher Copy Share Image
When safety is our priority, we live our lives being very, very careful, and we wind up having no lives — Byron Katie Copy Share Image
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And,… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
I would rather the man who presents something for my consideration subject me to a zephyr of truth and a gentle breeze… — Grover Cleveland Copy Share Image
