But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Warm are the still and lucky miles, White shores of longing stretch away, A light of recognition fills The whole great day,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Nobody likes cravens,” he said uncomfortably. “I wish we hadn’t helped him. What if they think we’re craven too?” "You're too stupid… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If you weren't around, I'd probably be someplace way the hell off. In the woods or some goddamn place. You're the only… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If God gives you an abundant harvest of trials, it is a sign of great holiness which He desires you to attain.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is a sad hardship and slavery to people who live in towns, that in their movements they know of one dimension… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The King beneath the mountains, The King of carven stone, The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What is it that dies? A log of wood dies to become a few planks. The planks die to become a chair.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Not till your thoughts cease all their branching here and there, not till you abandon all thoughts of seeking for something, not… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Fare well we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away ere break of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Guns, double-crosses, hitmen... I can get used to a lot of things, but I'm never going to get used to sleeping where… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The Thoroughbred exists because its selection has depended, not on experts, technicians, or zoologists, but on a piece of wood: the winning… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score,” Harry recited. “So — that’s sort of like basketball… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The woods are never solitary– they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If you lose touch with nature you lose touch with humanity. If there's no relationship with nature then you become a killer;… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As artist Nature splashes color across the vast canvas of the sky with the radiance and splendor of sunrise and sunset. She… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We do not go to the green woods and crystal waters to rough it, we go to smooth it. We get it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You sit back in the darkness, nursing your beer, breathing in that ineffable aroma of the old-time saloon: dark wood, spilled beer,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Man's maker was made man that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother's breast; that the Bread might hunger,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If God causes you to suffer much it is a sign that He has great designs for you and that He certainly… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Oh Senor" said the niece. "Your grace should send them to be burned (books), just like all the rest, because it's very… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And a tear rolled down her cheek, as she said goodbye; because she's walking away, and she's never looking back — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You'll seldom experience regret for anything that you've done. It is what you haven't done that will torment you. The message, therefore, is clear.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Scrabble - The game is available in Braille. That’s a nice fact. This makes me feel better about humanity for some reason. I can’t… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“THIS tale of my sore-troubled life I write, To thank the God of nature, who conveyed My soul to me, and with such care… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away Im naughty by nature like Im hip-hop hooray With my hands in the sky,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Me.. I have been through a lot, but I still manage to have a smile on my face. Im not worried about the past… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The only person I've ever purposely caused pain here is myself...By simply sharing, caring too much. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
