The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife. — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
“Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one… — Ishmael Emmanuel Balfour Copy Share Image
I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie. — James Branch Cabell Copy Share Image
Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at. — Larry McMurtry Copy Share Image
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time... — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire. — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
I grew up in Mossel Bay in South Africa on the Garden Route. It's really windy there, and I like it. I… — Louis Oosthuizen Copy Share Image
In cold and heat, in rain and wind, the soul united to God says, "I want it to be warm, to be… — Alphonsus Liguori Copy Share Image
I love a good road trip. And I have been known to sing cheesy '80s songs at the top of my lungs… — Morena Baccarin Copy Share Image
I was working on this bedroom, and from where I was, in the beating hot sun, I could see Madonna's castle on… — James Tupper Copy Share Image
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Oh, princes thrive on caviar, the poor on whey and curds, / And politicians, I infer, must eat their windy words. /… — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire, With your harmonious choir Encircle her I love and sing her into… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
My favorite drive is Highway 101 in California between Los Angeles and San Luis Obispo. I love the 101; Highway 1 is… — Art Alexakis Copy Share Image
When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
The self-styled practical man of affairs who pooh-poohs philosophy as a lot of windy notions is himself a pragmatist or a positivist,… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
Abstain from beans. There be sundry interpretations of this symbol. But Plutarch and Cicero think beans to be forbidden of Pythagoras, because… — Richard Taverner Copy Share Image
The sense of it may come with watching a flock of cedar waxwings eating wild grapes in the top of the woods… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
They never exhale, the trees; on a very windy day, they rustle and inhale, and then the leaves and the branches all… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
It is a sensation not experienced by many mortals," said he, "to be looking into a churchyard on a wild windy night,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“They studied Zoorlandian customs and laws. The region was rocky and windy, and the wind was recognized as a positive force since… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“It is lucky that it is not windy today. Strange, how in some way one always has the impression of being fortunate,… — Primo Levi Copy Share Image
He looked at a world of incredible loveliness. Old distaff Celt's blood in some back chamber of his brain moved him to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Exiting the building, we shield our eyes with our hands and raise our voices. The wind has really picked up and is… — Giorge Leedy Copy Share Image
“When it's this windy doesn't it seem impossible to grow old?” — Olena Kalytiak Davis Copy Share Image
On a windy day, the wind that comes through a keyhole is unbelievable. — George Clarke Copy Share Image
