No one has ever laughed at a pun who did not see in the one word a twofold meaning. To materialists this… — Fulton J. Sheen Copy Share Image
The snow has left the cottage top; The thatch moss grows in brighter green; And eaves in quick succession drop, Where grinning… — John Clare Copy Share Image
When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens… — Jules Renard Copy Share Image
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes and roofs of villages, on woodland crests and their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Keep at least one window pane clean to check the weather. Once when I didn't do this I sent the kids off… — Phyllis Diller Copy Share Image
Are we not wasps who spend all day in a fruitless attempt to traverse a window-pane - while the other half of… — Wei Wu Wei Copy Share Image
When held up to the window pane, What fixed my baby stare? The glory of the glittering rain, And newness everywhere. — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Your street, rich street or poor Used to always be sure, on your street There's a place in your heart you know… — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
The cold blast at the casement beats;The window-panes are white;The snow whirls through the empty streets;It is a dreary night! — Epes Sargent Copy Share Image
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The rain was dashing in torrents against the window-panes, and the wind sweeping in heavy and fitful gusts along the dreary and… — Charles Lever Copy Share Image
While snow the window-panes bedim, The fire curls up a sunny charm, Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim, The flowering ale is… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Every human encounter is the external embodiment of an attraction between two magnetic fields. The encounter comes suddenly, unexpectedly. It is a… — Amalia Kahana-Carmon Copy Share Image
