... it was religion that saved me. Our ugly church and parochial school provided me with my only aesthetic outlet, in the… — Mary McCarthy Copy Share Image
'THIS ROOM HAS MYSTERY LIKE A TRANCE' This room has mystery like a trance Of wine ; forget-me-nots of you Are chair… — Kenneth Patchen Copy Share Image
Two days ago we waded through the mud out to this grave beneath the pines at the foot of the hill to… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
When the warrior returns, from the battle afar,To the home and the country he nobly defended,O! warm be the welcome to gladden… — Francis Scott Key Copy Share Image
HOLLY KING is a symbol of the waning forces of Nature... The Holly King is depicted as an old man in winter… — Raven Grimassi Copy Share Image
For having expressed an opinion, however far-fetched, we straightway become its slave, ready to die defending it, and even ready to believe… — Paul Eldridge Copy Share Image
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The… — John Donne Copy Share Image
He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
To all new truths, or renovation of old truths, it must be as in the ark between the destroyed and the about-to-be… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
When Poetry thus keeps its place as the handmaiden of piety, it shall attain not a poor perishable wreath, but a crown… — John Wesley Copy Share Image
It would be fun,” Skulduggery nodded. ”I like kicking Wreath in the face. I haven't had a chance to do it nearly… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentile hand Lay it where Childhood dreams are twined In memory's mystic band, Like… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Do not be lazy. Run each day's race with all your might, so that at the end you will receive the victory… — Basilea Schlink Copy Share Image
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The dawn came - not the flaming sky that promises storm, but a golden dawn of infinite promise. The birds came flying… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath… — James Grahame Copy Share Image
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for… — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Give me simplicity, that I may live, So live and like, that I may know Thy ways, Know them and practise them:… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When I was a child, my December weekends were spent making cards, decorating the tree, hanging the wreath and preparing brandy butter… — Pippa Middleton Copy Share Image
