The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated, except by those… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
O Time! consumer of all things; O envious age! thou dost destroy all things and devour all things with the relentless teeth… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower I will pitch my tent in your shadow. Only your presence… — Rumi Copy Share Image
We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill… — Ernst Toller Copy Share Image
Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that… — Richard Hooker Copy Share Image
But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There has also been a change - a slippage - in our intellectual and moral strength. Seven lean years of drouth and… — John F. Kennedy Copy Share Image
Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy; Sometimes for years and years together, She 'll bless you… — Winthrop Mackworth Praed Copy Share Image
... people misunderstood death, they died not of too little life but of too much life, that as the skin withered and… — Dorothy Gilman Copy Share Image
Maria Edgeworth grumbled against vandals who ruined immortal works by quoting the life out of them. "How far our literature may in… — Willis Regier Copy Share Image
If you subscribe to the idea that # addiction is a disease, it is startling to see how many of these children… — David Sheff Copy Share Image
The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
I don't really know what Americans are like. I've no idea. I know a few things about them. In my imagination, they… — Sebastian Horsley Copy Share Image
The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I get worried for young girls sometimes; I want them to feel that they can be sassy and full and weird and… — Amy Poehler Copy Share Image
The mind becomes withered, stagnant, narrow and closed unless it searches for new ideas. — Napoleon Hill Copy Share Image
Your cable television is experiencing difficulties. Please do not panic. Resist the temptation to read or talk to loved ones. Do not… — Matt Groening Copy Share Image
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Man, when living, is soft and tender; when dead, he is hard and tough. All animals and plants when living are tender… — Laozi Copy Share Image
The songs I had are withered Or vanished clean. Yet there are bright tracks Where I have been. — Ivor Gurney Copy Share Image
For if you change from inhumanity to alms giving, you have stretched fourth the hand that was withered. If you withdraw from… — Saint John Chrysostom Copy Share Image
