My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring and carried aloft on the wings of the breeze. — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
There was a guy named Ed Mishell. He was this grandfatherly guy who did all the illustrations for the catalogs and reviewed… — David Copperfield Copy Share Image
But the thought leaders on talk radio and Fox do more than shape opinion. Backed by their own wing of the book-publishing… — David Frum Copy Share Image
Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Political correctness is what right-wing bigots call what everybody else calls being polite — Iain Banks Copy Share Image
The last thing in the world someone should do is respond to critics. If I did that I'd be neutered by now--I… — Rush Limbaugh Copy Share Image
Sometimes love needed a lift from its guardian angels, to get its feet off the ground. But once it made its first… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
“How do you... we... you know, faeries pollinate?" "The male produces pollen on his hands and when two faeries decide to pollinate,… — Aprilynne Pike Copy Share Image
I think that the religious and the military right wings are just two sides of the same coin if somebody uses God… — Bassem Youssef Copy Share Image
Hope is to our spirits what oxygen is to our lungs. Lose hope and you die. They may not bury you for… — Lewis B. Smedes Copy Share Image
WE DASH THE BLACK RIVER, ITS flats smooth as stone. Not a ship, not a dinghy, not one cry of white. The… — James Salter Copy Share Image
The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery. — Muhammad Iqbal Copy Share Image
I will write peace on your wings and you will fly all over the world. — Sadako Sasaki Copy Share Image
The wings of Time are black and white, Pied with morning and with night. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
When Donald Duck traded his wings for arms, was he trading up or trading down? — Douglas Coupland Copy Share Image
Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
The way that you address this right-wing extremism is actually by putting forward a truly progressive agenda. That's the only solution here. — Jill Stein Copy Share Image
The Poet is like the prince of the clouds, who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer. Exiled on the ground… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
He that alone would wise and mighty be,Commands that others love as well as he.Love as he lov'd! - How can we… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
For resourceful tech founders, finding capital is rarely a problem; making the best use of it is another story. A few years… — Ryan Holmes Copy Share Image
