I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
First and foremost it is essential to understand the essence, the overall idea of any fashionable variation, and only then include it… — Lev Polugaevsky Copy Share Image
The ruin of a man's teaching comes of his followers, such as having never touched the foundation he has laid, build upon… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Light is shallow; darkness is infinitely deep. Light is always bounded, it has boundaries. Darkness has no boundaries, it is unbounded. Light… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
...If there's a noise in the woods, and there's nobody around to hear it, is it really a noise?" "Of course it… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
I felt I had nothing more to say. Everything would have had to be a replay of the previous two or three… — Richard Pinhas Copy Share Image
Sometimes friends do foolish things. My father told me that true friends are like gold coins. Ships are wrecked by storms and… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
It's amazing being a member of perhaps the last analog generation - being born in the late '40s, growing up in the… — John Larroquette Copy Share Image
“The uncertainty wore on him. The conditions in jail--the handcuffs, the noise, the filth, the crowding--mangled his senses. It's likely that, if… — Michael Finkel Copy Share Image
The stone in quarries is found to be of different and unlike qualities. In some it is soft, in others it is… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
I would like to sing someone to sleep, to sit beside someone and be there. I would like to rock you and… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky… — James Carlos Blake Copy Share Image
Every walk to the woods is a religious rite, every bath in the stream is a saving ordinance. Communion service is at… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Hear and attend and listen; for this is what befell and be-happened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
It was a matter of not seeing the woods for the trees. Glorious songs have been in Ireland forever, but a lot… — Phil Coulter Copy Share Image
The sense of it may come with watching a flock of cedar waxwings eating wild grapes in the top of the woods… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
...and again she wished for Sherwood, and the dappled roof of leaves that never weighed upon her. She pulled her scarf closer… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
When we were on acid, we would go into the woods, because there was less chance that you would run into an… — Mitch Hedberg Copy Share Image
As I walked in the woods I felt what I often feel that nothing can befall me in life, no calamity, no… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
There are stories told to him only at this time of year. Fantastic, magical stories, the old Hollier in the woods finding… — Sarah Hall Copy Share Image
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
Stories set in the Culture in which Things Went Wrong tended to start with humans losing or forgetting or deliberately leaving behind… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In nature the only source of energy is from the sun. So in ecological systems everything comes from the sun through the… — Ken Yeang Copy Share Image
The first theatre I ever found was in the backyard of a new suburban community in the foothills of the Poconos. My… — Mercedes Ruehl Copy Share Image
If Hunter hadn't been there, I would've picked up the phone to call Eric. I would've asked him to bring a shovel… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
She spent an afternoon staring at their front door. Waiting for someone? Yankel asked. What color is this? He stood very close… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Sunken-place entrants include Clarence Thomas, Ben Carson, Tiger Woods, O.J. Simpson, sometimes Kanye West, and any black person with something nice to… — Wesley Morris Copy Share Image
If you are building a thirty-story building and you use worm-eaten wood for the frame, inferior structural supports, and other fourth-rate, low-grade… — Harvey Diamond Copy Share Image
Virtually, Finnish woods are stripped so bare, so sold out and first and foremost, so long way off from genuine diverse natural… — Pentti Linkola Copy Share Image
Perforation! Shout it out! The deliberate punctuated weakening of paper and cardboard so that it will tear along an intended path, leaving… — Nicholson Baker Copy Share Image
Yet at the last Beren was slain by the Wolf that came from the gates of Angband, and he died in the… — 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
Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Even though I don't have any larger spiritual or ideological system, there is some logic in concert with a huge number of… — Elizabeth Neel Copy Share Image
The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise.… — Mary Hunter Austin Copy Share Image
As for me, I know nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
