For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses, roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
It's great to have the chance to play a character before he goes to the dark side, or the yellow side if… — Mark Strong Copy Share Image
his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
We pulled the seeds out and scattered them on their flossy parachutes, leaving only the leathery brownish yellow tongue, soft as the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Come away with in the night Come away with me And I will sing you a song Come away with me on… — Norah Jones Copy Share Image
We got to face some facts. That the masses are poor, that the masses belong to what you call the lower class,… — Fred Hampton Copy Share Image
I reeled my head back, and with violent, uncontrollable contortions, I launched a spray of yellow, soupy duckfoot vomit into the air… — Steve Hely Copy Share Image
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beechtree, or a yellow birch,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
John Wayne is as tough as an old nut and as soft as a yellow ribbon. — Elizabeth Taylor Copy Share Image
In mythos and fairy tales, deities and other great spirits test the hearts of humans by showing up in various forms that… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
The distinct blue, red, and yellow colors... though they have not the kind of harmony which is produced by a variety of… — Joshua Reynolds Copy Share Image
I had forgotten what mustard fields looked like... Sheet upon sheet of blazing yellow, half way between sulphur and celandine, with hot… — Monica Baldwin Copy Share Image
I have always been a fan of the Guillemots. Fyfe Dangerfield, the lead singer, has recently produced a debut solo album called… — Amy Macdonald Copy Share Image
There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
One of the important things, which I wrote on yellow post-it notes and stuck on the wall during therapy, was that we… — Gianluca Vialli Copy Share Image
My first girlfriend broke up with me on a yellow legal pad. After she picked me up from the airport one day,… — Max Winkler Copy Share Image
A renowned genius once asked a student, "What are you watching when you sit on a hillside in the late afternoon as… — Jeremy Kagan Copy Share Image
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers… — John Keats Copy Share Image
