The question before me, now that I am old, is not how to be dead, which I know from enough practice, but… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
And neither do I, asshole. (Wren) Wow. Multiple syllables and a whole sentence from the tiger. Who’d have ever thought it? Whoever… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Not that I’ve ever feared a fight or backed down from one –(Wren) That’s the truth. I swear he’s half beta fish.… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type. Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
Sometimes Frank sighed, thinking he had caught a tropic bird, all flame and jewel color, when a wren would have served him… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
I love Wren and he knows it.” “Yeah, but he seems like he wouldn’t welcome it.” “Sometimes he doesn’t. But it’s like… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Words mean what they're generally believed to mean. When Charles II saw Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral for the first time, he… — S.M. Stirling Copy Share Image
Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yeah, I wish I could have stayed awake long enough to see your face when I changed over. (Wren) No, you don’t.… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
If I may bend your ear for a moment, I like Terry Pratchett. I like footnotes. I like footnotes even when they… — Ursula Vernon Copy Share Image
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The truth is that capitalism has not only multiplied population figures, but at the same time, improved the people's standard of living… — Ludwig von Mises Copy Share Image
Herein is the explanation of the analogies, which exist in all the arts. They are the re-appearance of one mind, working in… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
My father used to say that it’s not enough to just beat an attacker off. You have to hurt them enough that… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've… — Ray LaMontagne Copy Share Image
