My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest, To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased On other sighs and wiped by… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
I don't know, my music has always just come from where the wind blew me. Like where I'm at during a particular… — Tom Petty Copy Share Image
The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
If only gravity were working, the path would be symmetrical, it is the wind resistance that produces the tragic curve. — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
If the wind and rain could play guitar, they would sound a lot like Doc Watson — Greg Brown Copy Share Image
As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The potential in many environmental issues is that if you undertake corrective action without appropriate understanding of the problem, then you wind… — Hugh Ross Copy Share Image
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I always think of a voice as an instrument, whether a voice is a trumpet, or violin, or bass. You know what… — Debbie Harry Copy Share Image
I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind… — Meng Haoran Copy Share Image
Impious! forbear thus the first general hail. To disappoint, Increase and multiply, To shed thy blossoms thro' the desert air, And sow… — John Armstrong Copy Share Image
The process of rating players can be compared to the measurement of the position of a cork bobbing up and down on… — Arpad Elo Copy Share Image
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Like wind-- In it, with it, of it. Of it just like a sail, so light and strong that, even when it… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
How wonderful is Cold Mountain Climbers are all afraid The moon shines on clear water twinkle twinkle Wind rustles the tall grass… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
The authoritarian child-rearing style so often found in working-class families stems in part from the fact that parents see aroundthem so many… — Lillian B. Rubin Copy Share Image
“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“By the Angel,” Jace said, looking the demon up and down. “I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seed every spring… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
