Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I like the Alice in Wonderland sculpture in Central Park. I love how it's been rained on forever and looks worn down… — Conor Oberst Copy Share Image
If those who hold influence over others fail to lead toward the spiritual uplands, then surely the path to the lowlands will… — J. Oswald Sanders Copy Share Image
I met this homeless man who had never owned a shirt in his life. He had taken his pants and worn them… — Julia Stiles Copy Share Image
I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
I dislike turtlenecks at the best of times, as they are always unflattering to the imperfect male physique, but when worn in… — Russell Smith Copy Share Image
Worn with tights it is not an issue, although there is something deeply unfeminist about not being able to sit down in… — Sienna Guillory Copy Share Image
Love is a worn-out word. People love their cat, they love their house. I've never been in love with anyone but myself. — Hermione Gingold Copy Share Image
I still drive my 1977 Honda Accord. The paint is almost all worn off. It's still running. — Larry Wall Copy Share Image
Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all… — Simon Van Booy Copy Share Image
Some other memories of the funeral have stuck in my mind. The old boy’s face, for instance, when he caught up with… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
Sweep up the debris of decaying faith; Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out out beliefs, And throw your soul wide open to… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
I have never looked into my sister's eyes. I have never bathed alone. I have never stood in the grass at night… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
A sensual and intemperate youth hands over a worn-out body to old age. [Lat., Libidinosa etenim et intemperans adolescentiam effoetum corpus tradit… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
That is what they call being reconciled to die. They call it reconciled when pain has strummed a symphony of suffering back… — Marita Bonner Copy Share Image
HAND, n. A singular instrument worn at the end of the human arm and commonly thrust into somebody's pocket. — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
We're worn into grooves by Time-by our habits. In the end, these grooves are going to show whether we've been second rate… — Frank Bunker Gilbreth, Sr Copy Share Image
I was always interested in making clothing that is worn by people in the real world. — Issey Miyake Copy Share Image
We are surrounded by worn-out, banal, useless and exhausted images, limping and dragging themselves behind the rest of our cultural evolution. — Werner Herzog Copy Share Image
The shiny paint laid on by curiosity's hand has worn off. What thing better can a man know than the love of… — Jim Elliot Copy Share Image
