“No matter how grouchy you're feeling, you'll find the smile more or less healing. It grows in a wreath all around the… — Anthony Euwer Copy Share Image
This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
The Metropolitan Museum of Art some time ago held a display of contemporary art at which $52,000 was awarded to American sculptors,… — James Keller Copy Share Image
Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have… — John Clare Copy Share Image
The riches of heaven, the honor which cometh from God only, and the pleasures at His right hand, the absence of all… — Thomas Hartwell Horne Copy Share Image
The groves and thickets of smaller trees are full of blooming evergreen vines. These vines are not arranged in separate groups, or… — John Muir Copy Share Image
For the greater a man's works for the future, the less the present can comprehend them; the harder his fight, and the… — Adolf Hitler Copy Share Image
Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow Hath little need of Mistletoe; Who bears a smiling grace of mien Need waste no… — John Kendrick Bangs Copy Share Image
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And I ran after that voice through the streets so as not to lose sight of the splendid wreath of bodies gliding… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you… — Queen Elizabeth II Copy Share Image
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath… — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought… — Maud Lindsay Copy Share Image
The wreath of cigarette smoke which curls about the head of the growing lad holds his brain in an iron grip which… — Hudson Maxim Copy Share Image
A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathèd Smiles. — John Milton Copy Share Image
We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved… — Queen Victoria Copy Share Image
It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreaths heaped and roses; and if… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
