The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
Adam Smith saw the greed of modern capitalism for what it was - a form of destructive ambition that may have favorable… — Allen W. Wood Copy Share Image
Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea. — Jethro Tull Copy Share Image
If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
But there was another, secret Ruby. This one was as thin as a wisp of air, and had struggled for so long… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
This is the day of wonders. The land is covered with trees like a head with hair and behind the ship the… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
At times it seemed unfair that I should be paid for my work; for driving out in the early morning with the… — James Herriot Copy Share Image
*I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago... *So soon you will be in that part… — Donald Miller Copy Share Image
He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side… — Patricia Cornwell Copy Share Image
And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
Being the only female in what was basically a boys’ club must have been difficult for her. Miraculously, she didn’t compensate by… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Imagine ten or tweleve orange chairs arrainged in a circle, with the happy woen from the flyer sitting at opposite ends. Only… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Doon was touched. Kenny looked like a tiny little wisp, but there was something strong inside him. --People of Sparks-- — Jeanne DuPrau Copy Share Image
Everybody born comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. We come from the Creator with creativity. I think that each one… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint… — Gerald Durrell Copy Share Image
Eternity is not a long time; rather, it is another dimension. It is that dimension to which time-thinking shuts us. And so… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch… — Ryūnosuke Akutagawa Copy Share Image
My business is stanching blood and feeding fainting men; my post the open field between the bullet and the hospital. I sometimes… — Clara Barton Copy Share Image
To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into… — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
How do you stop longing for what you absolutely know you can't get? Which really means: How do you absolutely know you… — Leigh Newman Copy Share Image
All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
All political power is primarily an illusion. Illusion. Mirrors and blue smoke, beautiful blue smoke rolling over the surface of highly polished… — Jimmy Breslin Copy Share Image
