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I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Silence fills the sweet walk from the park. Our first encounter buzzing between us in the dark winter night. Holding your hand… — Benjamin McQueen Copy Share Image
“In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one's life history is etched in the senses. And things… — Banana Yoshimoto Copy Share Image
She didn't mean to be sexy that moment, but even a winter nightgown couldn't hide that lovely outline. When will I outgrow… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
While conservatism and self-protection might be likened to winter, night, and death, the spirit of pioneering and attempting to realize ideals evokes… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of… — Martin Bashir Copy Share Image
Tis a sad day when ye ha' t' pinch yerself t' see if ye're awake or in th' midst o' a night… — Karen Hawkins Copy Share Image
Buddhism holds that everything is in constant flux. Thus the question is whether we are to accept change passively and be swept… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
“I don’t keep track of time. Im lost in the sameness of the stale air and humming of the plane. My eyelids… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
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I hear the wind blowing across the desert and I see the moons of a winter night rising like great ships in… — Frank Herbert Copy Share Image
“The books—the generous friends who met me without suspicion—the merciful masters who never used me ill! The only years of my life… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
“On November Eve they are at their gloomiest, for according to the old Gaelic reckoning, this is the first night of winter.… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The respectable folks-- Where dwell they? They whisper in the oaks, And they sigh in the hay; Summer and winter, night and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We can sometimes find a person again, but we cannot abolish time. And so on until the unforeseen day, gloomy as a… — Marcel Proust 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
“At noontime in midsummer, when the sun is at its highest and everything is in a state of embroiled repose, flashes may… — Johannes V. Jensen Copy Share Image
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“I do not think the sunny youth of either will prove the forerunner of stormy age. I think it is deemed good… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
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“There were nights when I got nothing, [but] I still played. With no one to hear me and no one to pay… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
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“It happens this way sometimes, we can discover truths about ourselves in a moment, sometimes in the midst of drama, sometimes quietly.… — Guy Gavriel Kay Copy Share Image
You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
There were times when I lifted my face to the sky, stretched my arms wide to the winter night, and laughed out… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“The winter night blew in with frosty wind, and the street lamps with their sputtering carbons swung restlessly and made the shadows… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Here's how much I know about hockey. Mike Royko and I were in a tiny bar one winter night, and the radio… — Roger Ebert Copy Share Image
“Give yourself a winter night, long candles, unfamiliar music, a typewriter, keyboard, an instrument, or canvas, to set fire to your mind.… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share Image
“If on a winter's night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
The means by which I preserve my own health are, temperance, early rising, and spunging the body every morning with cold water,… — Astley Cooper Copy Share Image
“Some lives are thus blessed: it is God's will: it is the attesting trace and lingering evidence of Eden. Other lives run… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Do not despair of life. You have no doubt force enough to overcome your obstacles. Think of the fox prowling through wood… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“The elflocks of the crowd were every color of the rainbow, as was the light from their eyes that shone through the… — Edward Morris Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Love is beauty like a pair of worn and callused hands that have labored for care Love is protection like a wolf… — VD Copy Share Image
“We could endlessly reminisce, live in the past to an unhealthy degree, then politely kill each other some winter night before bedtime,… — Timothy Schaffert Copy Share Image
Sitting there by a fires light on a cold winter's night. She sat there deep in her thoughts, not caring for the… — Christiana Copy Share Image
After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image